When a fortune cookie on my birthday said "you will meet a tall, dark stranger." I had laughed it off but my mom wasn't so sure. As a powerful witch she mixes potions like a professional chef, and casts incantations like a poet. And me? My greatest accomplishment is burning a can of soup. A practical witch I am not. So when my dreams begin to piece together an ugly picture I'm not sure what to do or who to trust. And that tall, dark stranger turns out to be more than just a figment of my imagination. This is more than a simple birthday hex ...