It’s been a while since you held a book that made you blow your candle out like that . .

. Imogen Knott-Wilsch had indeed become, on purpose, a witch.

The clues, if one knew how to look, were very much there. All around the ins and outs of 1/33 Hargrave Circuit.

And not all put away. In her best-for-last, past an unlocked pocket door, a white window, in a rosewood attic, leads Imogen Knott-Wilsch, to a dark corner.

Convinced she’s too grown for fairytales, yet, in the privacy of her combined sitting-plus-sleeping room, with only Casey’s irritating sobs, and the snoring of her fat neighbour with the scruffy dog to interfere, Imogen welcomes a game of pretend. With the help of a candle from under the bathroom sink.

And something else . .

. The church-shop grannies wouldn’t approve.

Especially Ethel, who sensed there was something off about that girl. Buying those nonsense books for starters.

Tricking them with her good manners. However it got to her, Imogen Knott-Wilsch was thankful – even if it was most certainly a mistake.

Partially based in a quaint mountain-town cuddled in pine trees, home of antique stores, the best-ever pancakes, art, weirdos, and lumpy footpaths. Dandelions will have you wondering about witchcraft, all over again.

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