Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

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Rose McGruffy is a human who knows that magic isn't real, and that goblins, elves, and werewolves are just fiction. That all changes when she travels to the world of Dreswade. There, elves practice magic, are constantly at war with the goblins, and even rule a kingdom. Werewolves howl at the night moon, and you'll never see a Druid without their magic staffs. Rose tries to Trans back home, and sets out to find the last working Trans-Mirror. Occupanied by two elven siblings, Rose learns that everything is not always what it seems.
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