For Better or Cursed
(Sprache: Englisch)
Veronica Mars meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer in this clever, action-packed sequel to the Babysitters Coven about a coven of witchy babysitters who realize their calling to protect the innocent and save the world from an onslaught of evil.
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Veronica Mars meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer in this clever, action-packed sequel to the Babysitters Coven about a coven of witchy babysitters who realize their calling to protect the innocent and save the world from an onslaught of evil.Esme Pearl's life used to be all about bumming rides and babysitting. Sure, it wasn't glamorous, but it was predictable. All that changed when Cassandra Heaven came to town, and they discovered their complicated, and connected, legacy: Esme and Cassandra are Sitters, supernaturally gifted teens armed with an ever-changing grimoire of Sitter witchcraft to help them protect the innocent and keep evil demons at bay. You know, typical teenage stuff.
But just as Esme is starting to adjust to--and maybe even like--her new normal, life lobs another glitter bomb her way. The Synod--the Sitterhood's governing circle--has called a Summit, a once-in-a-generation gathering that promises training, education, and a lot of ice-breakers.
Esme should be excited--a Summit might mean she can finally get the answers she desperately wants--but she can't shake a building sense of panic. Especially since Cassandra's not acting like herself; Esme's dad is MIA; Pig is out of dog food; Janis is scared to be alone; and there's a guy who seems too good to be true, again. Worst of all, there's no one watching the kids. It's obvious the Summit is a haute mess, but will it be a deadly one, too?
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Chapter 1 The sun was setting, and up and down the street, I could see Christmas lights flicker on and blow-up snowmen fill with air. It was supposed to be festive, but I found it ominous, the snowmen especially. I d seen demons that looked almost exactly like them, and now anything white and puffy automatically put me on guard. My breath billowed in front of me, and I pulled up the collar of my shearling-lined jacket, accidentally tugging it too close to my nose. I stifled a gag and immediately folded it back down.
The jacket was killer. It was pale-peach suede, had a 70s Foxy Brown cut, and was about the warmest thing I owned. I d found it at a thrift store the night before, and it was a serious score except it was dry-clean only. I thought I could get away with wearing it without spending more to have it cleaned than it actually cost, but nope. Breathe too deeply and I definitely got a whiff of weed, BO, and a third note I couldn t identify. Maybe canned corn? I tried breathing through my mouth.
Cassandra wasn t wearing a coat. Of course. Even in December. She sat next to me on the wooden bench, in just one of her brother s hoodies over a flannel, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and anchored with a plain old rubber band. Cassandra doesn t worry about split ends. She was gnawing on her thumbnail, making really gross sounds that were at odds with her I-sell-detox-tea-on-my-Instagram kind of beauty. Her right leg bounced at 180 bpm, and she spit a piece of nail onto the ground.
There were only three kids left on the playground, all bundled up like little marshmallows. Their shouts echoed off the school s brick walls, and the swings made a metallic creak in the wind. The kids were taking turns throwing a red rubber ball at a basketball hoop, and one of the boys hurled the ball at the girl. She caught it and immediately turned and drop-kicked the ball away from him, sending it flying out into the
... mehr
playground. I stifled an urge to cheer her on.
What do you think? I asked.
I swear it s here, Cassandra said. It s just weird that it s waiting so long.
Cassandra was right. It was here. I could tell by the sadness that tickled the edges of my mind, and the way I shivered more from disgust than the cold every time the air moved around me. It was the reason Cassandra was so nervous, even though we were about to do something that, in the past month, had become as routine to us as going to school or not doing homework. We d been in its presence for a while now, and exposure to a Negative demon always brings nerves and despair. Even to Sitters.
On the basketball court, one of the little boys was on the ground crying, while the little girl stood over him doing some sort of dance and kicking at his shins, her dangling mittens giving her the appearance of having four hands. I was trying to decide whether I was still on her side when Cassandra jumped up and started running across the playground. I was right behind her, my eyes straining in the crepuscular light, to make out what she saw.
There. By the monkey bars. A Shimmer. Barely visible, but I saw it nonetheless, like a glitch in reality. I detoured to the basketball court and held up my hands, palms facing the kids. Mnemokinesis! I shouted at them. They stopped fighting and turned to look at me with blank stares, arms hanging limply at their sides. Cass and I now had five minutes to do what we needed to do before the spell wore off and the kids would remember everything they saw.
Except Cassandra had stopped, and she was bent over, staring at the ground. I caught up to her, my heart pounding. Cass! Are you okay? What s wrong?
She looked up at me and smiled. Her pupils were huge, which made her dark eyes look like
What do you think? I asked.
I swear it s here, Cassandra said. It s just weird that it s waiting so long.
Cassandra was right. It was here. I could tell by the sadness that tickled the edges of my mind, and the way I shivered more from disgust than the cold every time the air moved around me. It was the reason Cassandra was so nervous, even though we were about to do something that, in the past month, had become as routine to us as going to school or not doing homework. We d been in its presence for a while now, and exposure to a Negative demon always brings nerves and despair. Even to Sitters.
On the basketball court, one of the little boys was on the ground crying, while the little girl stood over him doing some sort of dance and kicking at his shins, her dangling mittens giving her the appearance of having four hands. I was trying to decide whether I was still on her side when Cassandra jumped up and started running across the playground. I was right behind her, my eyes straining in the crepuscular light, to make out what she saw.
There. By the monkey bars. A Shimmer. Barely visible, but I saw it nonetheless, like a glitch in reality. I detoured to the basketball court and held up my hands, palms facing the kids. Mnemokinesis! I shouted at them. They stopped fighting and turned to look at me with blank stares, arms hanging limply at their sides. Cass and I now had five minutes to do what we needed to do before the spell wore off and the kids would remember everything they saw.
Except Cassandra had stopped, and she was bent over, staring at the ground. I caught up to her, my heart pounding. Cass! Are you okay? What s wrong?
She looked up at me and smiled. Her pupils were huge, which made her dark eyes look like
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Autoren-Porträt von Kate M. Williams
Kate Williams has written for Seventeen, NYLON, Cosmopolitan, Bustle, Vans, Calvin Klein, Urban Outfitters, and many other brands and magazines. She is the author of the Babysitters Coven trilogy: The Babysitters Coven, For Better or Cursed, and Spells Like Teen Spirit. Kate lives in Kansas. To learn more about her and her books, go to heykatewilliams.com or follow @heykatewilliams on Twitter and Instagram.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Kate M. Williams
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2021, 384 Seiten, Masse: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Ember
- ISBN-10: 0525707441
- ISBN-13: 9780525707448
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for The Babysitters Coven Series:A New York Public Library Best Book of the Year
The Baby-Sitters Club...but spooky and with an Instagram-model-hot character for good measure. Cosmopolitan
With winks at 90s cult horror films [this is] a high-energy series starter that's plenty of fun. Booklist
"Witty, sarcastic...[and] well pitched." Publishers Weekly
Buffy-meets-Babysitters Club, this frothy fantasy-horror will draw readers purely on its premise . Decidedly on-trend with its witchy focus and its nostalgic-for-the- 90s reboot vibe. Bulletin
"Candy for 90s girls and Gen-Z ers alike. Refinery29
"Baby-Sitters Club meets The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina in this delightful new young adult novel about two teenagers who discover that they're more than just babysitters." Bustle
A spectacular, exciting, gorgeously paced story. Boing Boing
"For chill fun and fun chills, there s no better place to start than here." Paste Magazine
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