Vianne Sands

It’s my twelfth birthday and something is about to happen. I know because I dreamed it.

Sometimes, my dreams show me the future and this is not the only strange thing that happens to me. I think I am a witch, but I can’t talk to my mother about it. She’s scared of witches.

Mum wants to protect me, but she keeps many secrets. And secrets never stay buried for long.