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SummaryA pair of mysteries set in a fantasy world where a young girl must clear her father of a murder charge and catch a corrupt politician, all with the help of an eye-patch-wearing boy.
StatsGenre: Midgrade (8-12 years) high fantasy mixed with mystery.
Series length: Two books Violence: Moderate fantasy/mystery violence Magic/Supernatural: High, though the magic is more treated like a science (e.g. chemistry) than true supernatural magic. Romance: Light Christian/spiritual element: Subtle allegorical elements Recommendation: Excellent for boys or girls who enjoy both mystery and fantasy books To Purchase
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Propped on the flour-dusted stand, the Book of Common Magic looked as innocent as the ordinary cookbooks tucked behind it. Only the tremor in Isaveth's fingers as she turned the pages betrayed her apprehension. She'd never made spell-tablets all by herself before. Perhaps she should go to Aunt Sallume's and ask... But then she'd have to pass the Kerchers' house again, and Isaveth didn't like that idea at all. Not their cottage was much worse than any of the others on Cabbage Street: There was nothing unusual about soot-stained brick, peeling paint, and a porch cluttered with old beer crates, even if the hole in the upstairs window did look like a fat spider sitting in its web. She'd been bold enough earlier that morning, with Mimmi clinging to her hand and Lilet scowling at her heels; she'd marched her sisters straight past the Kerchers' and around the corner to Aunt Sal's without a second thought. Only, the porch had been empty then, and now it wasn't. |
A Pocket Full of Murder
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Isaveth sat stiffly in the leather chair, hands clenched on the brim of her hat and heart pounding in her throat. The reception room was hot and smelled of baccy; a clump of snow melted off her boot and plopped onto the diamond-patterned carpet. She longed to take off her coat, but the wool was too damp to lay it on her lap, and she could see nowhere else to put it. On the opposite wall, a brass plate trumpeted the name of the man Isaveth had come to see: J. J. WREGGET, PRESIDENT. |
A Little Taste of Poison
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