The Witch Is Dead (Ophelia & Abby Mysteries, No. 5)
Life is busier than ever for witch Ophelia Jensen. as well as her day activity on the library, she—with assistance from her grandmother Abby—is getting ready to formally undertake Tink, the younger medium she's taken less than her wing. So whilst Ophelia's aged Aunt Dot, longing for event, desires to examine the homicide of a funeral director within the neighboring city, Ophelia attempts to decline. yet then Tink's puppy pulls a cranium out of the woods—a cranium which can belong to a homicide victim.
Finding mysterious bones within the woods is not the basically unusual factor that is occurred to Tink in recent times. She's been having visions of ghastly ghosts imploring her for support. yet prior to Ophelia can attach the apparitions with the homicide, Tink is abducted! Ophelia and Abby should conflict a creepy crematorium proprietor and an invasion from a few modern day physique snatchers to discover their protégé . . . otherwise they will need to carry a séance simply to converse to her again.
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