Leila reached inside the hat and pulled out a never-ending multi-coloured scarf. Red and green and yellow and blue and purple and orange. Her father was obviously trying to distract them from the idea of the monkey running scared outside. Classic misdirection, Leila thought.
“Hurry now!” Mr Vernon added, snapping his fingers excitedly. “A good magician should never be caught unprepared when the audience arrives.”
“Welcome to Misty Valley!” Ms. Webster called, smiling. Her face looked pleasant now, wholesomely weathered. Her eyes were calm, sane. The streaky black makeup, the tears, the skull smile were all gone. She might have been a totally different person, except Ollie recognized her long amber-honey braid.
I let Random.org select a page and it picked page 37.
Warm sunlight hits my skin as I step out into the garden, an instant tingle that turns my goosebumps into memories. I’m wearing my favourite T-shirt, the white one with a sequined star on the front, and the new jeans that Mum has bought me for the party. It’s going to be a perfect day.
The witches came in all shaped and sizes. Some looked cheerful and expectant. Some looked fierce and determined. Some chattered to their neighbours, some didn’t. Some were all dressed up, and some were a total mess and clearly didn’t care. All were armed with a variety of serious-looking shopping bags.
When rats take over Dull-on-Sea it is up to Mathilda, Jim, and of course Nugget to save the day.
I had random.org select a page, it decided on 91, since that was an illustration I added +1 on the page number.
But even as she worried about the Spellatron 3000’s failing magic, she felt in her element behind the counter. She would never admit it to her dad, but it ws more fun working a shop that sold speels rather than screws. There were pink sparks and rains of little blue stars. Things fizzled and twinkled and went off with a bang. There were strange smells.