I am Maggie's Mirror

I am Maggie's Mirror

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Book 2, I am Oliver's Murderer, coming soon! She went into a mirror to be a spy. That was 5,000 years ago. But this decade, she is gifted to the brattiest princess ever. Great. And as she learns more about this princess, she ends up learning things about herself, her old life, and the handsome boy who visits the mirror all the time. Will these things be enough for her to break free from the mirror forever? More importantly, will she want to after learning these things? (picture credit: http://www.freakingnews.com/Real-Woman-in-the-Mirror-Pictures-73927.asp)
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{ snap, shatter, and howl pt. ii: being the sequel to mirror shards } Four months on from the Mandikhor attacks, Sydney Herondale is sure she's done. She's fallen in love (with Matthew Fairchild), she's starting to heal, both literally and metaphorically, from the wounds dealt to her in Romania during her travel year, she's got a flat in the City and with the mystery of her grandfather's identity solved, her research project is done and she can rest now. It's over. Or so she tells herself. You see, Sydney is magic. First that blinding rage when she goes into battle, then her strange ability to go ignored when she doesn't want people looking, and now, suddenly, she's starting to see magic, the ebb and flow and current of it like brushstrokes on Van Gogh's canvas. And if her grandfather's whispered, cryptic words are right, somehow all of these are meant to meld together to make...what? Well, she'd better find out, if she wants to make sure the magic is hers to control and hers alone. Not, of course, that anyone's making that easy.

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