Blood Moon (The Witchlings #2)
Copyright 2010 by Amanda Turner
Twisted clouds stained with red, angrily blanketed the moon. Ten minutes prior the skies had been still, calm and strangely comforting. There was a lot to be said for normality. Now was most definitely not normal. Something was coming. Something dark, terrifying. Legends said the blood moon brought five phases.
1. Eternal darkness
4. Five angels of hell
5. Death of the first born
Shades of crimson viciously splattered the sky above. Each passing moment it grew deeper, more intense. On restful beds, the town of Holbrook slept, unaware that their lives were about to change. Forever.