Keziah Stone was before her time. Born in the late 1600's in a small town, she was so full of fire that people just didn't know what to do with her. Save for Hollis Giles. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her, and as a good, pious girl, Keziah resisted the temptation to give herself to him before marriage. You know the saying, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"? That may be true, but no one is as petty as a man rejected by a woman he saw as his inferior. Keziah's snap decision lands her in the hot seat, quite literally, as the witch haze takes control over Hallowmoore. Keziah couldn't possibly not want him. No, that would be silly. She must be a witch. Same with her best friend and a few other likely innocent women. Of the six, five were regular women trying to survive the end of the seventeenth century. Thankfully, one of the six really was up to something. Three hundred and something years later, the five women figured out a way to survive. At first, it wasn't ideal. They were, after all, good women. But Keziah was and is a fighter. She has fought to stay alive, waiting for another chance at revenge. The days are long, but the years are short, and she has spent the years doing her best to rid Hallowmoore of the vermen that threaten to take over. When Calder Jones is released from prison on a technicality, it appears the women have their next rat. So why is Keziah so drawn to him? Why is she struggling to do what she's done without a second thought for hundreds of years? And why, for the love of all that's unholy, do her meals keep showing up dead?