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I'm Kimberly Frost, and I'm the author of the Southern Witch series brought to you by the Berkley publishing group. The series features a young woman named Tammy Jo Trask who was minding her own business and working as a pastry chef in a small Texas town, when her long--dormant-and seemingly broken--magical powers emerged.
In recent interviews, I've been asked why I chose to write about witches. I usually talk about having been interested in the history of witchcraft and in its varied potential for plot twists, but my answers are actually something of a smokescreen, since I'm not sure that I chose to write about witches at all. You see, there are some writers who choose their stories and others who feel like their stories choose them. (I'm part of that latter group whose characters are so real that sometimes I know more about their backgrounds than I remember about my own.)
The follow up to the "Why witches?" question is often: "Why did you become a writer?" That one's easy. "I couldn't help myself." I'm part of a community that we'll refer to as "The Afflicted."









Once upon a time, there were three sisters, living in...well, not harmony, exactly, but living in the sort of uneasy cease-fire that comes naturally to a lot of siblings. Horror—we'll call her Rose Red, in honor of the color she tends to paint the landscape behind her—thought that her sisters played too nicely with their toys. They never stopped to smell the entrails. Fantasy, on the other hand—and let's call her Snow White, since that's a nice, familiar, fantasy name—wondered why Rose had to be so nasty all the time, and why her sisters couldn't see the virtue of sugar and spice and sleeping for a hundred years beneath the fairy hills. Meanwhile, stuck in the middle of it all, you had their poor sister Marchen—arguably the eldest, and somehow always the first to be forgotten—trying to hold it all together. We'll call her Lily Fair (and there's a reason for that), and she was constantly trying to strike a balance between the other two, or at least keep them from killing each other, because Lily understood something that people still have trouble with today: Lily understood that they were all telling the same story.

