The Peculiar Garden of Harriet Hunt Meryl Wilsner Thanks to an evil witch

Thanks to an evil witch

the vampire pain-in-my-butt I’m coming to like

running the estate

People come to Italy for love and gelato

My past is far

The Peculiar Garden of Harriet Hunt Meryl Wilsner Thanks to an evil witchTrue magic is found among the bluebells and brambles Harriet Hunt is completely alone. Her father disappeared months ago, leaving her to wander the halls of Sunnyside house, dwelling on a past she'd rather keep buried. She doesn't often venture beyond her front gate, instead relishing the feel of dirt under her fingernails and of soft moss beneath her feet. Consequently, she's been deemed a little too peculiar for popular Victorian society. This