Witch Land (The Cindy Chronicles #2) Read Online Free PDF

believed I was brave. Staring at the woman before me, I realized I’d never understood what fear was. Until now. Until her and this very moment.
    She reached out a hand and I noticed her long black nails. I wanted to shrink away but I had manners, so I took her hand in mine.
    “ It’s nice to meet you,” I said, and felt immediately stupid.
    Her eyebrows lifted. She stared at our hands clasped together. A myriad of emotions travelled across her features: Sadness. Happiness. Anger. And others I couldn’t figure out. Finally her gaze met mine.
    “ It’s nice to see you again, daughter.”

 
     
     
     

     
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    Leo stepped between us and separated our hands. “I’ll not ask you to leave again nicely. The next time it’ll be with a Witch Blade to your navel.”
    Mizrabel lifted her head and laughed. “Dear boy, don’t make threats you aren’t prepared to keep.”
    I was in shock. Had that woman just called me her daughter? Did she mean it literally or figuratively? Like , we can both do magic, so that makes me part of a long line of witches, which means we’re somehow connected… “Merde,” I swore quietly. My head and heart pounded as one. My palms started to sweat, which was a big deal for me because I wasn’t one to sweat. Like, ever.
    “ I’ll leave as soon as I make my toast.” She spun in a circle, taking everyone in at once. “To Cinderella.” She caught me around the waist and pulled me into a hug. “To save them, you must leave them and search for the glass lyre.” Mizrabel pulled me closer. I heard shouting, but it sounded far away. “When you find it, bring it to me. I’m not the evil monster I’ve been made out to be. You need my help to save this world. Remember that, Cinderella. My daughter.”
    Her words repeated over and over in my mind. I really wanted to ask her about the whole “daughter” thing. It was starting to freak me out, but it didn’t feel like the right time. What seemed important was finding the damn glass lyre. “Where do I begin to look?” I asked, not expecting an answer.
    She stepped back and blew some kind of red powder at my face. “You’ll find it in the most expected place, near the most unexpected person.”
    “ Like, can you give me a demographic area?” I asked, wiping the powder off my face. I needed her to be more specific.
    Mizrabel put her hands on her hips. “Go home, child.” With those three words still lingering on her lips, the sorceress vanished.
     

     
    What happened after Mizrabel left was kind of blurry. People loitered around. They spoke words, but it all sounded like a muffled foreign language. Someone lifted me and I was carried, then laid on a bed.
    Quilla appeared. Between her sneezing and her bright yellow and green outfit, there was no way I could mistake her for anyone else. Her concerned face came close to mine. She peered into my eyes —s did Leo and the King. Even AnnaBelle and the leopard I hadn’t talked to yet… what was her name? Violet. Even she came into the room and looked at me. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing or what was wrong with me. I knew I needed to get out of bed and begin looking for the glass lyre.
    The whole thing sounded ridiculous, but I felt in my bones it was what I needed to do.
    Finally everyone left me alone. The lights turned off. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what Mizrabel could’ve meant about going home. If she was my literal mother, wouldn’t that mean this was my home? But if she actually meant where I was raised, then I would need to go back to Salem. And if I’d seen a glass lyre in Salem I’d remember it. Wouldn’t I?
    My mind ran through different places within my parents ’ house. Next I moved on to Snow’s, and finally Professor Pops. Could it be at his house? I scoured each room with my mind, trying to remember all I’d seen, but it was impossible for me to recall every detail. I needed to be inside each room.
    Which meant going home.
    Had