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PROLOGUE

Once upon a time, a witch decided to build a library of magical books.

She traveled the country in an RV with her younger sister, seeking out texts about mythical creatures as well as abandoned grimoires.

Soon, the sisters had so many books that there was no room to sleep in the camper.

The two witches were tired of traveling.

They wanted to find a place to stay.

A place where the books could be shared with others.

A place to call home.

There were whispers of a small town in northern Georgia, tucked away in the Chattahoochee National Forest, near the foothills of the Smoky Mountains.

In this town, supposedly, more mythical creatures lived there than humans.

The town was called Folk Haven.

The witches arrived, and through deals and persuasion, they bought an old Victorian house, perched on the edge of a lake.

The house used to belong to a dragon, and some of the creature’s magic lingered in the walls.

But this only made the house more to their liking.

Soon, all the books were on shelves, and the Folk Haven Public Mythic Library was open.

However, no place was perfect.

Folk Haven had its own secrets and prejudices.

And sitting next to the magical library was a collection of metal statues that intrigued the elder sister.

The inanimate objects had so many emotions clinging to them that they almost felt alive.

Then, one day, she realized that one of them was …