Copyright © 2008 Kelly Madden
All rights reserved, Wild Child Publishing.
Hagitha hovered at the border of the meadow and wondered where Wytheria would go. No one could scale the sheer wall of stone. Very curious now, she leaned around a tree. Wytheria raised her arms and chanted:
"Dogs and bunnies, squirrels and cats, Toads and frogs and rats and bats, Things we like to smash and eat, But them witches got us beat.
"Says the critters help them spell. Keeps them all. Won't even sell. Thinks we're dumb, but we is smart. Dress up like a witchy tart."
Wytheria finished the chant with a loud snorting chuckle. The wall shimmered, and a wide doorway appeared. Hagitha almost cried out in horror. Wytheria shrugged off her fairy skin as easily as a socialite discarding an evening wrap, exposing the large, green, wart-covered body of a troll-like creature. And it was a familiar troll.
Hagitha swallowed hard. She recognized the same troll who had tried--and failed--to gain entry into their coven. She managed to keep her wits about her while the creature entered the secret door, which closed after her. Now what?