In the years that followed, still gripped by that visceral dread and excitement whenever I’d think back to what I discovered that summer, when I made my first foray into writing YA fantasy, there was no doubt as to what it would be about. An avid fan of Sabrina the Teenage Witch growing up, discovering my culture was entrenched with its own magic was the highlight of that holiday-though that’s not to say I didn’t bolt my windows at night, even when we returned to England. Secretive, and with little written record, it was only discussed by my maternal aunties under duress, in hushed tones limned with fear and respect. It wasn’t until a family vacation to Jamaica that I learned about the legend that would inspire one of two magic systems in this book-Obeah. While I was born in England to Jamaican parents, I didn’t grow up hearing island tales. The seed for Witches Steeped in Gold was planted during the summer I turned twelve.
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