box and took out a heavy, cloth-bound notebook. “My grimoire,” she explained. “A Wicca spell book. I copy everything I learn into it. Each of us has her own grimoire. It’s much more powerful than a printed book listing other people’s spells because it’s personal and geared to your own style. I will take it with me.”

 “Should we pack anything else?” asked Donna.

“What for?” scoffed Bartholomew. “Either we accomplish everything immediately and quickly return home, or we are dead. We won’t need any equipment.”

Jessamine studied a page carefully, then tucked the book into her belt’s pouch. “Donna, I will tell you what to do, and you will follow me, repeating the words and actions exactly as I describe them. Age...

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