She couldn’t help feeling that the spell had broken. That she really was a witch… the skilled and conniving, evil-at-heart witch that was really hideous but could hide her true self behind the guise of a woman to fall in love with. I’m a vedma, a witch.

To those who lack caution, proceed. To those who conjure. To those who wander. To those with a hopeful eye for things unseen: 11 distinctly Tambourian (7 special to this collection), typically slippery tales to celebrate life's wondrous unease, and its unerring ability to attract the attention of forces that grin at the notion of human control.