Review for The Bewitching of Aveline Jones
Aveline is back and this time there are witches and a holiday she will never forget!
Review for The Ghoul Next Door
Review for Unipiggle: Witch Emergency
It is time for spooks and thrills and witches doing spells with a new Unipiggle!
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Unipiggle: Witch Emergency
Princess Pea took an ornamental urn from the table, scooped up the rest of the frogs and carried them outside.
SNAP!
One of the daisies on the lawn was snapping at her ankles!
GRRR!
The daisies were growling…
Some had TEETH!
Review for The Secret Halloween Costume
Review for Crush
“You’re what my mother would have called a “piece of work,” you know that?
“Yeah? Because you’re what my mom calls ‘dangerous.”
Teaser Tuesday ~ Everyday Magic by Jess Kidd
I had Random.org select a page for me and that was page 193!
Alfie nodded. ‘I agree.’
Then on the top shelf he spotted them. EVIL EYE GOBSTOPPERS.
‘We’ll use one of those sweets for an eyeball!’ he said.
The gobstoppers were large and bloodshot. They stared out of the jar. Alfie selected a large dark brown eyeball with a big black pupil.
‘What about the hare ears, Alfie?’
‘That plant in the corner has leaves a bit like ears, long and sort of pointed.’
Calypso looked doubtful.
‘Let’s just give it a go,’ said Alfie.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Bad Witch Burning by Jessica Lewis
I’m painting Will’s nails when she asks me to talk to her dead grandma.
Review for The Wizard in my Shed
This was such a topsy-turvy fun adventure that had me in stitches all through the book.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Escape to Witch City by E. Latimer
“Emmaline Dorathea Black.”
The shrieking voice echoed down the wide hallway leading up to the kitchen doors. It startled the kitchen’s cat, a gnarled old tom who’d been investigating an interesting stain on the floor mat at the entrance, and it made Emmaline Black jump and fumble the tea tray from which she’d been stealing strawberry tarts.
There was a sharp crack as the tray hit the dessert cart, and one of the tarts she’d been squirrelling away into her sash hit the carpet with a sad little splat.
There was no time to mourn the loss of the pastry though, because another harpy scream came shortly after the first, considerably closer this time.