Audrey's Guide to WitchcraftBy: Jody Gehrman
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Falling in love, baking a magical cake, fighting an evil necromancerâitâs all in a dayâs work for Audrey Oliver, seventeen-year-old witch-in-training. When her mother goes missing and her mysterious "cousin" shows up out of the blue, Audrey must get her own magical powers up to speed or risk losing the people she loves most.
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|Title of eBook: Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft|
|Release Date: 06-29-2012|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)||Store Sales Rank: 3781|
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Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft
“Audrey? What’s up with you?”
I turned and saw Bridget, my best friend, gazing at me quizzically. Her honey-colored hair glowed in the sunlight streaming through the windows of the Culinary Arts room. She wore a crisp yellow apron over her cotton dress. She could easily be cast as a Swedish milkmaid with her wholesome pink cheeks and old-world curves. Next to her I felt even more drab and grungy. I wore ratty jeans and a Hello Kitty T-shirt that was once green but had long since faded to the washed-out khaki of overcooked peas. My shoulder-length auburn hair needed a trim, and my makeup consisted of hurriedly swiped on lip balm. I looked like a barbarian next to her.
I blinked, trying to orient myself. “Nothing’s up. Why?”
“You’re supposed to whisk the egg yolks, not terrorize them.” She gently removed the bowl from my white-knuckled grip.
I laughed self-consciously. “Oh. Sorry.”
“You’ve been seriously freaktastic all day.” Bridget coined about fifty new words a week. I guess standard American English just didn’t give her enough options.
Sometimes Bridget’s neologisms annoyed me, but just then I felt grateful for the distraction. I handed her the wire whisk. “Define ‘freaktastic.’”
“Freaktastic, as in freakily spastic.”
I reached for my notebook. “And here I thought you meant fantastically freaky.”
“Are you adding it to The Guide?”...