Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch

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,

We remember shooting stars for their shine, not the darkness of the night. Trying to wish away grief extinguishes those memories that glow so bright.

To show that I deserved this. That I'd fought for this with my blood, sweat, and tears, through the most frightening of storms and against even the most skeptical of mayors or meddlers. To show that someone like me could make her own dreams come true.

Sometimes all you need is a pinch of magic....

The afternoon glow danced on the water as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

The scent of ink and freshly printed paper swirled invitingly in the air as I followed my parents into the bookshop.

You don't need flames all the time to be a flamefox." I smiled and picked him up, holding him close. I would know. After all, I'm a witch who isn't very magical. But I still can cast some magic. And that magic? It's enough for me.

Because hope was a cruel sorcery of its own; the power of hope was always tainted with the sharp sorrow of unfulfillment.

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 in the bookstore.

DREAM WILDLY, AND KNOW THAT YOUR PINCH OF MAGIC IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.