Writing has always been a refuge from the mundane, a secret place flowing from the mind where I can escape to the innermost dimensions of my creativity.
Book of Infinite Wisdom
Genevieve gently blew the dust off the little black book that lay on the shelf of the old bookstore on Rue d'Orchampt, one of the narrowest streets in Paris. She had spent years and the entirety of the $20,000 grant she had received from the University of Cambridge for her Archeology research in her quest for these fragile, weathered pages. This estranged book once belonged to her great-grandmother—the infamous witch of Giverny, a small village on the border of Normandy. She was a famous Jewess in folklore who had been trained in transmutational magic and astral travelling by the Elders of Enoch that had lived in the village for centuries.