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Review for Don’t Break the Oath: Women of Horror Anthology, Volume 4

Review for Don’t Break the Oath: Women of Horror Anthology, Volume 4

Don't Break the Oath: Women of Horror Anthology, Volume 4, Jill Girardi, Janine Pipe, Meghan Arcuri, Angela Yuriko Smith, Anna Taborska, K.P. Kulski, Sonora Taylor, Jennifer Soucy, Alyson Faye, Lydia Prime, Marie McWilliams, R.A. Busby, Roxie Voorhees, Holley Cornetto, Caryn Larrinaga, Samantha Ortiz, Jessica Burgess, Kirby Kellogg, Cecilia Kennedy, Sheela Kean, Charlotte Platt, Tracy Cross, Melissa Ashley Hernandez, C.C. Winchester, Ariel Dodson, Cassie Daley, Horror, Anthology, Short Stories, Ghost, Boy, Scary, Death, Mourning, Hell, Monsters, Robots, Gore, Disgusting, DemonsI received this book from the publisher in exchange of an honest review.

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Friday’s Page 69 ~ Diary of an Accidental Witch by Perdita Cargill + Honor Cargill

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Diary of an Accidental Witch by Perdita Cargill + Honor Cargill

Diary of an Accidental Witch, Perdita Cargill, Honor Cargill, Magic, Fantasy, Children's Books, Witches, Friendship, Diary, Funny, Blue, Girl, Magic, Cat, Frog
And right there and then my upbeat mood melted away faster than a choc ice in a heatwave.
BROOMSTICKS.
Last time I’d encountered a broom, it hadn’t tunred out wel and the stuff I knew now that I hadn’t known then wasn’t making me any more confident.
“Is…there…flying involved?” I asked.
Ms Celery looked at me like I was a bug (and she was one of those peculiar people that don’t like bugs) and said, “Obviously.”
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Weather Weaver by Tamsin Mori

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Weather Weaver by Tamsin Mori

The Weather Weaver, Tamsin Mori, Blue, Clouds, Lightning, Girl, Weather, Storms, Fantasy, Children's BOoks
Stella hung over the wooden rail and watched the inky waves, far below.
I know you’re down there…
As if in answer, a sudden swell made the ferry tip and her stomach rolled. She’d never liked being out on the open water, but the nightmare had made it worse. She couldn’t remember all of it. Deep, dark water. The feeling of drowning. In the daytime, the details always faded away, like mist in the sunlight.
Mum always blamed it on Gran – all her tales of sea witches and selkies, blue men and sea monsters. Stella didn’t really believe the stories any more, but deep water still made her uneasy.
She couldn’t shake the feeling there was something down there, watching.