title: Capturing the Last Welsh Witch
author:  J. M. Davies 
description: J.M. Davies is the author of Capturing the Last Welsh Witch which is her debut adult paranormal romance. She has also written a young adult romantic fantasy trilogy called Children of Annwn under the name of Jennifer Owen Davies. In general, she loves creating character driven stories that touch your heart and take you away to a magical world that leaves you craving more. When she isnt writing, she loves to read and her tastes include Nora Roberts, Catherine Cookson, Jane Austen, Jodi Picoult, Deborah Harkness, Cassandra Clare, Suzanne Collins, P.D. James, Patricia Cornwell, Pittacus Lore, Diane Gabaldon and many more. In her spare time, she enjoys managing a local writers group and maintains an Alzheimers support group on Facebook, a cause close to her heart. She also loves discovering old treasures at yard sales and revamping them, watching Greys Anatomy, Madam Secretary, and Vampire Diaries, walking on the beach, cooking, and when theres time the gym. Jennifer has been married for twenty years, and is mother to four boys. Jennifer and her husband are originally from Cardiff in Wales, but they now live on the East Coast of America in North Andover with her family and two cats. Jennifer fell in love with New England, and among the pages of the books are references to both local beauty spots and historic sites from the area and from back in the UK that have captured her imagination. She loves to hear from readers and heres some links to stay in touch. FB Author page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Davies/1421409368089313 Web-site http://www.jenniferowendavies.com/ Email Jendaviesuk@gmail.com
zlib_text: TO KILL THE WITCH-KING
  
  When Gareth’s holy sword did flash on high  
  When Zhengyi’s form was shattered.  
  A blackened flame of detritus  
  His corporeal form a’tattered.  
  When did victory’s claim ring loudly  
  When did hearts of hope swollen pride  
  Rejoice brave men, at Gareth’s blow  
  The pieces of Zhengyi flung wide.
  
  
  But you cannot kill what is not alive  
  You cannot strike a notion  
  You cannot smite with force of arm  
  The magic of dark devotion.  
  Thus Gareth’s sword did undo  
  The physical, the corporeal shattered.  
  The Witch-King focus was denied  
  The magical essence scattered.
  
  
  So hearken you children to Mother’s words  
  Walk straight to Father, follow.  
  For a piece of Zhengyi watches you  
  In dark Wilderness’s hollow.
  
  
  PRELUDE
  
  
  The smallish man skated along the magically greased, downward sloping
  corridor, his feet moving in short stabs to continue scrabbling ahead and keep
  him upright—no easy task. Wisps of smoke rose from his battered traveling
  cloak and a long tear