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Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch
By Julie Abe
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A young witch must pass a coming-of-age quest or risk losing her magic forever in this enchanting fantasy — perfect for fans of Kiki's Delivery Service and Aru Shah and the End of Time.
Eva Evergreen is determined to earn the rank of Novice Witch before her thirteenth birthday. If she doesn't, she'll lose her magic forever. For most young witches and wizards, it's a simple enough test:
One: Help your town, do good all around.
Two: Live there for one moon, don't leave too soon.
Three: Fly home by broomstick, the easiest of tricks.
The only problem? Eva only has a pinch of magic. She summons heads of cabbage instead of flowers and gets a sunburn instead of calling down rain. And to add insult to injury, whenever she overuses her magic, she falls asleep.
When she lands in the tranquil coastal town of Auteri, the residents expect a powerful witch, not a semi-magical girl. So Eva comes up with a plan: set up a magical repair shop to aid Auteri and prove she's worthy. She may have more blood than magic, but her "semi-magical fixes" repair the lives of the townspeople in ways they never could have imagined. Only, Eva's bit of magic may not be enough when the biggest magical storm in history threatens the town she's grown to love. Eva must conjure up all of the magic, bravery, and cleverness she can muster or Auteri and her dreams of becoming a witch will wash away with the storm.
THE ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE
The bell above the door chimed, and magic tingled at my fingertips. The scent of ink and freshly printed paper swirled invitingly in the air as I followed my parents into the bookshop.
Today was my last day as just an Apprentice Witch, the last few moments of being the unreliable Eva who summoned heads of cabbage instead of flowers or got a sunburn instead of calling down rain. Or, at least, I hoped it was the end of all that.
“Are you ready, Eva?” Mother nudged my shoulder.
I tightened my hands around the straps of my knapsack and summoned up a smile. “I’m ready.”
A set of bright, spectacled brown eyes peeped out from a teetering stack of books at the counter in the center. “Welcome to Enchanted Ink, Rivelle Realm’s one and only magical bookshop.” Kaya Ikko, the bookseller, dipped into a bow, her black tunic fluttering around her. “Ah, Nelalithimus! And Isao! I did so enjoy the yuzu lemon trifles that Nela brought to tea the other day.”
My stomach usually growled at the thought of Father’s realm-famous pastries, but today, it churned queasily.
My father smiled. “My pleasure. I’ll bring over my latest creations the next time we’re in the city.”
Kaya’s warm eyes crinkled with delight when she spotted me behind Mother. “And Eva! So good to see you here.”
“Hello, Elite Ikko!” My heartbeat fluttered as I paused in the wide aisle leading to her counter. Books lined the walls, all the way up to the dim window cut into the ceiling. One of these books would be mine, for my quest. So long as I could summon it.
“Go on, Eva. You can do this,” Mother murmured, as if she had heard my thoughts. She adjusted my pointy hat, smiling down at me.
At first glance, Mother and I almost looked like mirror reflections. We had the same inky black hair resting slightly below our shoulders, rounded brown eyes, and slight tans from summer afternoons in the garden. We even had the same black witch’s dresses.
But that was where the similarities ended.
The delicate jewel brooch at her neck and her black dress were laced with a diamond-like shimmer, marking her Grand Master status. My dress was plain black, as I was only an Apprentice, a level so low I wasn’t even considered an official witch.
And most days, it seemed, all other witches and wizards were more like Mother than me. Magic rushed through their veins, with just a drop of blood.
I definitely had more blood than magic.
Father wandered over to the non-enchanted cookbooks, and Mother picked up a book at random and pretended to be absorbed in it, to give me a chance to slow down the pounding in my chest. The book’s pages flipped without Mother turning a corner, and my heart thundered faster.
“Oh, Kaya, would you like to walk over to the Council Hall together?” Mother called.
Kaya popped back out, clutching a stack of books. “Of course, of course. But I’m waiting for the soon-to-be Novice’s book summoning, as you know.”
She’d kept her shop open for my sake. A smile tugged at my lips.
It was now or never.
And I was ready for my quest.
I stood straight in front of Kaya and stretched up as tall as I could, though I didn’t surpass even the smallest piles of magical tomes. “I’m ready to summon my book.” A shiver ran down my spine with excitement. “Can you please open the enchanted bookshelf?”
The books clattered out of Kaya’s hands. She pushed her glasses up her nose and squinted, her eyebrows knitting with confusion. “Eva? Oh, no, Eva. I—I thought you were going on your quest next year.…”
I sucked in a breath. “Next year?”
She rummaged under a stack of books, one smoking at the edges, and pulled out a square of parchment stamped with the Council’s official crescent-moon seal. Her eyes searched the page. “Eva… you’re not on the list. There’s only one wizard this year and… it isn’t you.…”
My heart pounded. “But I’ve got magic”—it had finally manifested—“and I turned twelve years old three moons ago.”
“Kaya—truly?” Mother asked, her hands clenching the book, now rattling in her grasp.
Kaya flipped the parchment over, as if expecting to see my name on the back. “In all my twenty years, this has never happened before.…”
I stammered, “How can that—I have to be on the list.”
My lungs tightened, and I could barely breathe. What could she mean? The summons I’d received from the Council had stated: Evalithimus Evergreen is hereby summoned to the Council of Witches and Wizards meeting on the first day of the fifth moon, for discussion of her witch rank. Mother, Father, and I had prepared my knapsack, Mother had gifted me a shiny new broomstick, and we’d had everything ready except my ensorcelled book from Enchanted Ink and my ticket from the Council.
Kaya shook her head with confusion. “The only person the Council listed this year—” From behind me, the door chimed, but I couldn’t pull my gaze away from Kaya. Her eyes widened at the sight of the person opening the door. “Is him.”
My heart pounded in my throat. Who—
“Elite Ikko, I’m here for my book,” said a familiar, haughty voice.
I spun around and bit down a groan.
Conroy Nytta and I eyed each other with barely concealed dislike. Even though he was only two moons older, he always acted above me. He brushed off an invisible speck of dust from his pristine black long-sleeved shirt and trousers that fit him so perfectly it looked as if they had come straight from the queen’s own tailor.
He nodded at my father, then strode to Mother and bowed over her hand, a lock of straight, dark hair falling over his eyes. “Wonderful to see you, Grand Master Evergreen.”
As if an afterthought, he added, “And Eva.”
I promised myself he’d have to call me Grand Master someday. Still, his greeting stung.
“Hello, fellow Apprentice Conroy,” I said, addressing him properly.
“Did your magic truly show up?” Conroy flicked his eyes to the knapsack slung over my shoulders.
“Conroy!” Father and Mother scolded in unison. He’d apprenticed under Mother, and living with him when we were both ten had been the worst year of my life. Conroy used to whisper—only when my parents weren’t around—how mind-boggling it was that the daughter of the most powerful witch in Rivelle Realm was magicless. My magic hadn’t manifested until I turned eleven, after he’d left for his next apprenticeship.
Conroy leaned close, out of earshot of my parents. “I’d heard rumors, but… Oh, wait, was it you who fell asleep in the stream instead of stopping the rain? Classic.” He snorted.
As if answering my thoughts, magic tickled faintly at my fingertips, longing to show off a spell or two. But unlike Conroy, I couldn’t waste a drop of it.
“I manifested last year,” I said quickly. “Mother’s been training me as her Apprentice since then.”
“Last year? And a single apprenticeship?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got only one chance to pass your quest, you know. Can you even fly?” Conroy had started an enchanted snowstorm on the day he was born. Ever since, he’d been training all around the realm. Mother’s friends in the Council whispered that he’d most likely earn his Grand Master status by the time he reached sixteen. Most witches and wizards only reached the Elite rank, the third and middle tier.
“I—I can fly. Well enough,” I said through gritted teeth. “And I’m aware I only have one chance.”
One chance, one chance. Those very words had echoed in my mind every time I’d thought of my Novice quest. But I needed my powers. I’d do anything to keep my magic.
For any other witch or wizard, not passing the Novice quest, the easiest of the Council’s ranking quests, was unthinkable. I wasn’t so lucky.
Mother cast enchantments as she walked, talked, and even slept. Most times, she didn’t even need her wand to channel her magic. Just yesterday, within a handful of minutes, she had charmed the house to dust itself up, the sponge to scrub the dishes, and her piles of books to alphabetize themselves. Half an hour later, I had finally thought of a spell—A mean clean is in need—and summoned up enough magic for a rag to wipe crumbs off the stovetop and then fling itself into the waste bin. And then I’d slipped into a nap on the kitchen floor.
Casting charms pulled magic out of my blood far too quickly. And I, unlike most, paid a consequence for every spell. Whenever I overused my meager stores of magic, I fell asleep.
“We’ve got the Council meeting in a few minutes,” Mother said placatingly. “They’ll clear it up, as I’m sure it was just a mistake.”
“What was a mistake?” Conroy asked.
“N-nothing,” I said quickly, and he narrowed his eyes. My fingers curled around my wand, my nails biting into my palms. I wasn’t going to give up on becoming a Novice Witch that easily.
“I know what’s a mistake—any spell Eva casts.” Conroy snickered under his breath.
Kaya looked nervously between us. “I’ll summon the bookshelf now, especially since we’ve got two of you.” I beamed with relief. At least Kaya would let me get my book. Conroy glowered, likely not wanting anything to do with me. She raised her wand and chanted, “The right book for a quest, at the journeyer’s behest.”
The circular counter turned and turned around her, sinking into the wood floor with a rumble. The air sucked out of my lungs. My quest was finally beginning.
Kaya stepped to the side as a gilded structure rose in its place, gleaming under the faint light shining in through the overhead window. Magical tomes glimmered on the ten shelves. Pristine gold-stamped covers were mixed with well-loved books, big and small, old and new.
I breathed out a quiet, reverent “Oh.” It was beautiful.
“I’ll go first. I haven’t got time to wait.” Conroy’s sharp eyebrows rose in condescending slashes, as if he’d issued a challenge I couldn’t possibly meet. I leveled a glare back. He flicked his wand and chanted, “My journey is to begin, endow the knowledge within.”
The magical tomes shifted and fluttered like a thousand paper wings, but hushed as a book with a rich bronze cover floated up into the air. It fell neatly into Conroy’s outstretched hands, and he tucked the slim book into the pocket of his black tunic before I could see the title, probably just to irritate me.
“Good luck summoning your book, Eva.” Conroy’s eyes flicked to my broomstick resting against a shelf. “I mean, assuming you have magic.”
“Enough magic to give you a wart,” I retorted, but he’d already turned away.
“A pleasure to see you, Grand Master Evergreen and Mister Evergreen. And of course, thank you, Elite Ikko,” Conroy said, bowing again. He didn’t bother saying the same to me. “Well, I shall see you at the Council Hall.”
He brushed past, and I clenched my fists in the folds of my skirt, wishing I could magic away the smug look on his face.
Conroy twirled his wand with one hand and aimed it toward the doorway. His wand shimmered. “A light so bright, for the one that’s right.”
The door flew open, and a beam of sunlight shone down on him, illuminating the bits of gold in his dirt-colored hair as he strolled out.
“What a waste of magic,” I grumbled.
The shop darkened as soon as he disappeared. I wanted to turn into a tornado, to tear down the walls and race after him, and challenge him to a magical duel. I slumped my shoulders. Compared to his powers, I was nothing but a faint spring breeze.
Mother sighed. “He can’t help being Hayato’s nephew.”
“He can stop being awful, though,” I protested. Mother hid her laugh, but Father let out a chuckle.
“I’m ready for my spell.” I stepped up to the bookshelf and tapped it with my wand. “Book for me, please be seen.”
My head spun slightly as magic pulled out of my blood. The tip of my wand lit dully. Instead of flying into my hands, books leaped on top of the shelf and began swirling around, like dancers at one of the queen’s balls.
“Curses! I didn’t mean ‘be seen’ like that,” I groaned. Kaya’s lips twitched. She’d probably never seen a witch like me before.
A loud ring! chimed through the city, and I stiffened.
“It’s the first bell,” Mother said. “Remember, choose only the words that will help you concentrate on what you want to have happen. Rhymes are always good as they’re easier to remember and will help you focus. Create a spell that homes in on your desires. Hope for it. Believe in it.”
I nodded, but my mind had been wrung clean of ideas. I’d heard those exact instructions time and time again from the moment my magic had manifested, but creating spells still never came easily, particularly because of how hard it was to find my magic inside me. It was there, somewhere in my blood, but whenever I tried to cast a spell, my magic seemed to shrink away and hide.
All my carefully crafted spells in preparation for this very moment seemed to have flown out the door along with Conroy. The only thing I could think of was how they’d misfire.
“We’ve got a few minutes…” Mother added slowly.
But not much more.
I clutched my wand tightly, feeling my head spin. My limit was about five simple spells, which had seemed a lot until I followed Mother around one morning. In a few minutes, she’d cast twenty charms as easily as snapping her fingers.
With today’s one spell, somehow, my magic had seeped from me. And my ideas for spells with it.
My mind was blank.
All I could see were the books taunting me, spinning in circles and kicking up the dust. If Conroy had stayed, he would’ve been crying with laughter by now.
Maybe “Come on a journey, book on a tourney”? No. The books would probably start dueling. My words had shriveled into useless scraps.
But Father and Mother moved to my side.
“You can do this, Eva,” Father whispered in his deep, calming voice. And Mother squeezed my shoulder, her cool hand reassuring me.
My parents had never given up believing I’d pass my quest. As long as I hoped to be a witch, they hoped, too. I couldn’t let them down. Blood pounded in my ears as magic poured out.
“Bestow what I need, for this journey to succeed.”
The books rumbled, just like they had for Conroy, and I perked up. Had my spell worked?
I held my hands out, expecting a tiny book like Conroy’s.
The books shifted, spines popping in and out as if they couldn’t figure out which tome to dispense. Then, one after another, book after book shot out, throwing themselves into my hands with a resounding smack, smack, smack.
By the time the books were finished, thirteen magical tomes towered over my head. I teetered to a side table, and Mother helped stuff them inside my knapsack. I snatched up my worn copy of The Guide for Questing Witches and Wizards, which I’d brought from home, and placed it carefully on top. “Did you have this many tomes during your quest, Mother?”
“If it sits, it fits!” As usual for Mother, she quickly thought of a spell to expand my knapsack further and waved her wand with ease. The canvas bag obediently swallowed up the books, though it was already crammed with food and other supplies. “I had a thinner book. But these are simply recommendations. You aren’t required to read all of them.”
“Books have a way of making themselves known,” Kaya added. “When they’re meant to be read, they’ll appear. When you need them, you’ll always be able to find the right book for you.”
With a swish of her wand, Kaya magicked the enchanted bookshelf away.
The second bell rang, chiming throughout all of Okayama. The sound echoed in my ears, as if it had rooted itself in my heartbeat. Mother met my eyes with a quick nod.
We needed to hurry to the Council Hall. I had to find out why I hadn’t been included in the Council’s letter to Kaya.
The list had to be a mistake.
RIVELLE REALM’S COUNCIL OF WITCHES AND WIZARDS
My future depended on the Council Hall in front of me, a magnificent stone and glass building at the edge of the capital city. West of Okayama City, the Torido River split into two, as if the waters had been forced to flow around the magic-infused glass and head out to the sea in two separate paths.
Mother, Father, Kaya, and I hurried across the courtyard leading up to the shimmering building. Mother and Kaya stopped, bending in a deep bow toward the Council’s enchanted trees. I followed their lead, and the light flickering on the metal and glass leaves tugged at me, as if charming me to walk closer.
“We have to go in,” Kaya said, nodding toward the hall. I stopped, trying to resist the urge to inch closer to the trees. “There’s only one bell’s worth of time before the meeting starts.”
“We’ll head inside shortly,” Mother said, waving her along. My parents smiled at me. “Go on, take a look.”
I reached out to the Novice tree with a hesitant, quivering hand and whispered, “I’ll be up there soon.” When I ran my finger along the rough bark of the tree, it was cool under my touch. Eleven bronze leaves, engraved with the names of the realm’s current Novices, clanked in the breeze, ringing with a lonely sound. Knowing Grottel’s favoritism, he’d give Conroy his license before me. I would become the thirteenth.
Or, at least, I hoped so.
Spray misted the courtyard, coating everything with slick dew. In the shade of the hall and raised by the breath of the twin rivers, the five magical trees swayed in a line, their metal and glass leaves twinkling like chimes.
I whispered the names like a spell. “Novice, Adept, Elite, Master, Grand Master.”
Five levels. If—no, after—I passed my Novice quest, I had to fulfill the quests assigned by the Council to progress from Novice to Adept, Adept to Elite. Most witches and wizards stayed as Elites, unable to beat the three incredibly difficult quests required to become a Master.
Or pass the mysterious tests to become a Grand Master.
The magic in my blood tingled at the thought.
“I can’t believe it. My daughter’s going off on her Novice Witch quest,” Father said, nervously shoving his hands into the pockets of his sand-colored tunic. “You’re going to have your own guardian watching over you, and you’ll forget all about us.”
My throat tightened at his words. “It’ll only be a moon’s time. And I’d never forget your croissants or cakes, Father,” I reassured him, solemnly.
He let out a small laugh, and it felt like the faintest rays of sunlight had peeked out of the clouds. Mother patted his shoulder, probably itching to cast a spell to ease his worries, but it was against the Council’s laws to spell the magicless without their consent.
“I’d best get going, so I can be here when you get out.” Without magic, Father couldn’t go into the Council Hall; the current leader of the Council had decreed this years ago in his hungry need to control as much as possible in the realm. Now, the magicless were only allowed in if they accompanied the queen. The Council, after all, had been formed to serve all requests from the ruler of our realm. Father shot us one last smile as he headed out the iron gates, toward Okayama City, to meet one of his baker friends.
My eyes stayed glued to him as he hurried down the hill. Father disappeared into the crowds on the smooth, wide cobblestone road winding through spindly wood buildings, topped with vermilion roof tiles curved like nightdragon scales. Shopkeepers hawked their wares as the occasional truck puttered through. All roads led to the queen’s castle. The swooping pure crystal arches and glass spires of the castle shone like a heart in the center of the city. Someday, perhaps, I’d serve the queen. But if the queen’s castle was the realm’s heart, the Council Hall was the realm’s blood.
The branches of the Grand Master tree swayed in the wind and mist, catching my eye. It was at the far end of the line of trees, closest to the door of the Council Hall. The mere two leaves were on opposite sides of the tree. Hayato Grottel, head of the Council, had his marker on a branch that pointed out toward the sea. Mother’s was directly across, in the direction of our cottage in Miyada. A ray of sunlight streamed onto the tree, and I could make out Mother’s name, Nelalithimus Evergreen, cut into the diamond leaf and lined with gold.
Someday, I dared to dream, my name, Evalithimus Evergreen, would be on that tree with hers, sharing that very branch. And like Mother, I would serve the queen in one of her crystal spires. I took a deep breath, as if I could absorb the thick air that felt full of hopes and dreams, even though magic wasn’t in the land anymore, not in the way I had read about in history books: plants bursting with enchanted blossoms and rivers flowing with charmed strength. Magic had trickled out, year by year, and the number of witches and wizards had similarly dwindled.
“They were once full of leaves, you know,” Mother said, gazing at the Elite tree in the middle. “Ages ago, when magic floated in the air and was infused into the very soil of the realm, families were unsurprised when their newborns could charm their toys to life. Those children attended schools to help them hone their magic. Almost anyone could create a spell to mend a wound—or curse an enemy. Until magic seemed to shrivel away throughout the land, and the Council was created to organize the remaining witches and wizards.”
I couldn’t imagine a time when these tall, angular trees were heavy with enchanted leaves. The leaves, inscribed with the names of the current members of the Council, barely chimed in the wind. Even the Elite tree, the middle tier, held less than a hundred. According to the trees, just about two hundred witches and wizards covered the thousands of cities and villages in Rivelle Realm.
“We do not need the powerless vying for our roles,” a voice sneered over Mother’s shoulder.
The head of the Council towered over me, casting a dark shadow. He flicked his narrowed, hooded eyes past me, at the trees, like I didn’t exist. The twin rivers roared in my ears like a warning.
Norya Dowel, his assistant and an Elite Witch, hurried over, nearly tripping over the hem of her black witch’s skirt, and hastily bowed, throwing a nervous smile toward Mother and me. She seemed more interested in staring down at the stone pathway leading up to the hall than meeting our eyes. “G-Grand Master, sir, the meeting’s about to start—we mustn’t waste any time. The whole realm’s worrying over our preparations for the Culling.”
A chilling breeze whipped my dress, and I shivered. Mother stiffened. “Respectfully, Hayato, that is all the more reason for me to be assigned to the Culling.”
“I thought you preferred being at the queen’s beck and call,” Grottel sniffed. I didn’t know what he was smelling, but I caught a whiff of sour jealousy reeking from his scowling face. Queen Alliana and Mother had become close friends, back when the queen was only a village girl. She and Mother had banded together to rescue the villages in the farmlands from a particularly furious four-headed nightdragon that had risen out of the abyss at the Constancia border and broken through the protections. Together, Mother and Queen Alliana had saved the realm’s precious crops from burning down.
Grottel, on the other hand, had been on the team responsible for the break in the border that had suffered heavy losses. It seemed he’d never forget that. Especially since Mother had been the one to swoop in to rescue him.
“I can respond to the queen’s requests and investigate the Culling,” Mother replied. “Have me and Eva work on it. We’ll solve it.”
I gulped. We would?
“The queen put me in charge of the investigation on the Culling. And you’re not planning on going against Queen Alliana, are you, Nela?” At Mother’s pained silence, Grottel smirked. He spun on his heel, his black tunic snapping in the wind. “Well. I have duties to attend to. Such as meetings that don’t require the magicless.”
As he blew past, his disdainful eyes flicked toward me, finally, but they were as icy-cold as the Torido Rivers. A deep shudder ran down my spine. Had he—I glanced over at Norya, who was shifting her weight from foot to foot by the entrance—had he somehow changed the Novice list and removed me from it?
“And do your duties include researching the rumors that rogue magic is at work?” Mother called after him. “Possibly even blood magic?”
“Rogue magic like that does not exist anymore.” Grottel slammed the door shut, rattling the glass panes.
“It was worth a shot,” Mother said, shooting me a wry smile. Then her eyes widened, and she turned to Grottel’s assistant. “Curses, I meant to ask—Norya, might you know why Eva wasn’t listed—”
A loud, solemn bell clanged over the rush of the twin rivers. I jolted, prickles running along my skin.
“The final bell! I’m terribly sorry, but I must go.” Norya smiled nervously as she yanked at the iron knob. “Oh, drat, he’s sealed it!” Grottel’s assistant jabbed her wand at the door. “Let me in, so this meeting can begin.” The tip of her wand flashed a faint yellow, and the hinges creaked wearily as she scurried inside.
I stared at the wide-open doorway. In the stone hallway leading to the meeting room, witches and wizards chatted with one another, all outfitted in sleek black with hints of colors showing their ranks. They turned to me with curiosity, studying my knapsack and broomstick slung over my shoulder. Some of Mother’s friends waved, beckoning us in, and my heart thumped strangely in my chest. I would have my place within the Council, finally.
- Praise for Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch:
- "Eva Evergreen's journey unfurled before my eyes like a Miyazaki film, lush and mesmerizing. I cheered for Eva every step of the way, and hope to get to spend time with her on the next leg of her journey. (And I really want a flamefox!)"—Debbi Michiko Florence, author of the Jasmine Toguchi series and Keep It Together, Keiko Carter
- "Eva Evergreen shines in this high-flying, page-turning, and wonderfully heartwarming adventure! Readers will cheer as Eva discovers that friendship, community, and courage have a special magic of their own."—Temre Beltz, author of The Tragical Tale of Birdie Bloom
- "Magical. Reading along as Eva tries her hardest to do good with the gifts she has-no matter how small-is inspiring and wondrous. Friendship, family, and flamefoxes! A magical story with the most relatable hero ever. Following Eva's story is truly a joy."—Sean Easley, author of The Hotel Between
- "I read this with a smile on my face. Abe's debut is whimsical and enchanting, with a heartwarming story of family and friendship at its core. Magic wands and flamefoxes abound, and readers of all ages will fall in love with Eva's bravery and determination. A delightful fantasy--I finished wishing I could grab a broomstick and fly into Eva's world!"—Elizabeth Lim, author of Spin the Dawn
- "Eva Evergreen sparkles with magical whimsy that will remind readers of Kiki's Delivery Service! With a delightful cast of characters, Abe creates a rich world filled with intrigue, friendship, and of course magic. Eva is a charming, sometimes bumbling, but always well-intentioned Novice Witch who will have readers rooting for her from page one!"—Kat Cho, author of Wicked Fox
- "Julie Abe has created an intriguing, flawed character..."—School Library Connection
- *"Abe creates adazzling, magical world with well-developed characters, relationships, and challenges....Bewitching-a must-read for fantasy lovers."—Kirkus, starred review
- "A novel well worth the read."—School Library Journal
- *"Abe's combination of magic and modern technology in an original world ensures this series starter has a place all its own."—Publishers Weekly, starred review
- "Abe's marvelously magical world strikes an excellent balance between the familiar and the whimsical"—Booklist Online
- "Fans of Pratchett's brilliant The Wee Free Menwill find a worthy match to its heroine in Eva, who gets the witching jobs done, though often in unanticipated ways."—BCCB
- On Sale
- Jul 6, 2021
- Page Count
- 416 pages
- Little, Brown Books for Young Readers