THE MIDNIGHT FLIGHT OF THE SALEM MAGI
Ark and Swanette are under a curse that most parents would wish for—
they cannot tell lies. While this curse should keep them out of
trouble, it's a recipe for fleeing town when you're thirteen-year-old
magi descended from the Salem witches.
With witch hunter Tribulation James hounding their trail, the twins
escape to Boston to hide within the metropolis. Instead, they uncover
a plot to blackmail New England's magi: any witch caught supporting
the patriots will have their name released to the public. Knowing the
terror of being chased first hand, Ark and Swanette cannot abandon
their fellows to such a fate.
As Tribulation and the redcoats attack the patriots, Ark and Swanette
must form an alliance with Abigail Adams, leader of the Boston
witches, to save New England's magi. Because when witch hunters are
coming, it's one if by land, two if by sea, and three if by air.
At dusk I’m scheduled to burn at the stake. I don't like to brag, but
I'm really good at it. This will be my third time. It’s made me
something of a celebrity around New England. While burning magi has
always attracted large crowds, I like to think I’ve taken the
spectacle to a new level.
Thanks to my reputation, the villagers have packed the town square
despite the short notice. A local baker rambles through the crowd,
hefting a food tray overhead. "Cookies and smores! It's not a bonfire
without your favorite foods."
I’d wave the baker down, but I’m chained to the stake atop the log
pyre. Instead, I hop in place to rattle the steel chains. "Do you have
any oatmeal cookies?"
The baker raises his bushy eyebrows. "Kid, no one likes oatmeal cookies."
"Well, I do."
He shakes his head. "In that case, no one but you likes oatmeal cookies."
I let out a huff that turns to fog in the cold air. "I’m surrounded by
They form a crowd that stretches toward the horizon until their faces
begin to blur in the fading light. I can see latecomers scrambling up
ladders to reach the nearby rooftops. A few have even taken the time
to bring telescopes.
Comparing the town’s size to that of the crowd, every person in the
region must have come to find out if I can honestly survive being
burned alive. Thank Goodness. If everyone is watching me, no one is
searching for my sister and cousins.