My Grandmother, Agnes Bartlett, used to possess Cardinal Woolsey’s knitting store then died and left her shop to me, without informing me that she wasn’t actually useless. She’s a vampire and part of the world’s strangest craft circle-the Vampire Knitting Membership.

As you might imagine, this implies she’s free to interfere in could run the business enterprise that used to become hers. She’s trying to instruct me to knit and it’s really not heading well. She’s also attempting to teach me how to be considered a witch, because it turns out I’m from a about Crochet and Cauldrons long type of witches. Another tiny detail about my family that nobody ever explained, combined with the long-lost witch cousins I recently uncovered. But I’m learning. I’ve got my family spell publication, my black cat familiar, some capabilities that sometimes scare me, and an interesting new band of friends.

My archaeologist parents are arriving at visit and getting me something special I could do without. Therefore, to recap, I run a knitting shop and I cannot knit. I’m a newbie witch who can’t usually control her cat, never mind her magic, and my like life is really as tangled as the last sock I attempted to knit. Oh, and for some reason, I keep getting involved with murder investigations. Positive thing I have my vampire knitters to help sniff out clues. At least I’ve finally hired the perfect assistant, a real demon using the crochet connect. Or is usually she too perfect?