Merlin the Magical Fluff

In the sleepy Georgian town of Elderberry Heights, danger lurks around every counter but the laughs are never far behind. Join Merlin and his sidekick Gracie as they fight off evil ex-girlfriends, vicious ghosts, and even a horde of zombie squirrels.

My name is Gracie Springs, and I am not a witch...but I’m pretty sure my cat is. I first started to get suspicious when he jumped just a little too high while chasing after a robin in our front yard. I knew for sure when he opened up his mouth and addressed me by name! The first thing he told me? That he doesn’t like the name I gave him - even though “Fluffy” fits him like a warm sweater at Christmas. Now we’ve compromised on “Merlin the Magical Fluff”, which according to him references his long and proud lineage just fine.

When my cat brought me a dead bird as a present, I cringed. When that dead bird suddenly flitted back to life, I screamed. At first, I shrugged it off as one of the random things that happens when your roommate is a magical cat, but then it kept happening. Turns out a familiar foe is creating an army of undead creatures with the goal of forcing us to surrender. But Merlin and I refuse to let dark magic prevail—not when the entire existence of magic is now at stake.