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Coming on E-book on October 31st
Coming on Print November 15th
Length: 55,089 words
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy, New Zealand
“Here is a book full of magic and awe, humour and excitement, brought to us through Lottie’s exuberant prose. A zany book, full of narrative zest and high adventure.” Mike Johnson
Tomorrow I fly to New Zealand, a country where my future master will no doubt teach me the deepest secrets of brewing the most marvelous, miraculous and magical potions. Perhaps he will teach me how to make an invisibility potion–no, no. Too mundane. I’m sure he’ll teach me the sort of magic that paints the Milky-Way with the stars, the kind that swaps the sky with the still ocean, or the ones that make fireflies dance in winter. Okay, all of those are illegal and no one has been able to make such powerful potions for centuries, but a girl can dream, right?
Ma, of course, thinks I’m going to get kidnapped by some moustache-twirling villain and become embroiled in a magical struggle between the government and the evil doers. I can almost hear you rolling your eyes at this absurd turn of events.
If I had a say, I’d add a dash of danger and adventure in there. Why stop at getting kidnapped? Why not rebirth an ancient magic everyone thought was extinct? What if this discovery put everyone I loved and trusted in danger?
While it’s interesting to entertain such mischievous thoughts, let’s not give Ma reasons to burst through the door and burn my apprenticeship acceptance letter.
What would I do if I find myself in a series of such nonsensical events? Who knows? But I promise you I wouldn’t give up without a proper, magical fight.
Your Fantabulous Friend.
When I questioned the reason behind her visit, she pulled out a long, ancient pipe, blew out hot pink smoke and answered, “Protection.”
“From what?” I inquired. The likely suspect was tilting the kitchen stool back and forth, smoking in the presence of a fourteen year old.
“Just precautions, Lottie,” Mikaere answered, throwing herbs up into her smoke. It danced in the air and rained down in sprinkles of fine sand. “If you’re going to smoke those things around the house, you have to wear these.” He magically whipped out his most recent purchase: strange slippers that had mop-like tendrils on the bottom.