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Petronella Pine nedstammer fra en lang rekke damer med helt spesielle, magiske evner. Nå er hun lærling hos en ekte heks, og får virkelig satt sine heksekunster på prøve. Må hun stole på egne krefter, eller vil hun nok en gang få hjelp av skrellingene? Dette er den andre boken om Petronella Pine.
Forlag Corgi Books
Genre Humor Fantasy
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She was never likely to say, out loud, "I wish that I could marry a handsome prince," but knowing that if you did you'd probably open the door to find a stunned prince, a tied-up priest and a Nac Mac Feegle grinning cheerfully and ready to act as Best Man definitely made you watch what you said.
It turned out that when Miss Level had asked Tiffany if she was scared of heights, it had been the wrong question. Tiffany was not afraid of heights at all. She could walk past tall trees without batting an eyelid. Looking up at huge towering mountains didn't bother her a bit.
What she was afraid of, although she hadn't realized it up until this point, was depths. She was afraid of dropping such a long way out of the sky that she'd have time to run out of breath screaming before hitting the rocks so hard that she'd turn to a sort of jelly and all her bones would break into dust. She was, in fact, afraid of the ground. Miss Level should have thought before asking the question.
'Rain don't fall on a witch if she doesn't want it to, although personally I prefer to get wet and be thankful.'
'Thankful for what?' said Tiffany.
'That I'll get dry later.'
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. The words ran through Tiffany's mind as she watched the sheep, and she found herself fill up with joy - at the new lambs, at life, at everything. Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeling inside that can hardly be contained. It came out as laughter.