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Nashville’s mother had a voice like footsteps in new winter snow. Some say the birds in Goosepimple sang differently after they heard her. Some say they were never the same.
Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he know what had happened to these girls before he found them.
Byways Book 5: Inside the Tree by C. J. Milbrandt
For a moment, Carter thought he was imagining things. People dressed as clowns began to hop out of the tiny red car, one after another, until a dozen different-shaped men and women were huddled in a tight group of polka dots and stripes, staring toward a lone black train car parked on its own track.
The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris
The old sorceress was not given to berating herself, but she could not help but think she had made a mistake. Possibly the worst of her whole life.
The Robe of Skulls by Vivian French
“Magic!” she muttered. “Learning the ingredients for potions by heart, magic spells, magic symbols; no, thanks, not for me.”
Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke
The Voyage to Magical North by Claire Fayers
Cover art by Oriol Vidal
“I practice levitation,” Theo said, “As in, making things float in the air. You saw my work earlier today.”
“I love learning about transformation,” Ridley added. She pulled a top hat off a nearby shelf, moved it behind her wheelchair, and when it reappeared it had become a book with a top hat on the cover. “I like to change objects from one to another.”
“And I escape!” Leila said. “Dad, can you please chain me upside down in a tank full of water?”
“I can, and I will – when you turn eighteen,” Mr. Vernon said.
–The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris
He loved to lose himself in books about ideas like hope and strength and wonder, but also about things like train engineers, gymnastics, and pie recipes. Over time, he became good at fending for himself. He also became an expert cartwheeler and dreamer of sugary treats.
The two-story shop’s walls were covered floor to ceiling with bookshelves and autographed black-and-white photographs of famous magicians. Every surface was cluttered with magical items of every sort: crystal balls, decks of cards, top hats, wands, capes, and even a human skull.