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The Forgotten Witch

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Leituras 21
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Ember Crowe is a 395 year old witch. Although she is really, really old, she takes the form of a 23 year old woman. She used to be the best known witch in the world. One day, she just disappeared. Nobody ever heard from her again. Usually, people were terrified of witches during her time but most people weren't afraid of Ember. She was a special witch. Not many witches of her time knew how to hide the things Ember was hiding. She was a White Witch. She worshiped nature and the Gods and Goddesses. But at the same time, Ember was a Black Witch. Ember cursed people and killed people in her many years of survival. Her mother was hung in Salem, Massachusetts. Her father, on the other hand, he died a tragic death. It wasn't really tragic at all. Ember killed him. That's when she learned she was a witch. Ember killed him on purpose but she never told anyone why. The year is now 2017 and people are talking about Ember again. A group of kids then summon her. What do YOU think will happen after?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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New World

Thomas Good is a haunted man. As a boy in Salem his description of a nightmarish ghost condemned his mother to death for witchcraft at the hands of the zealous enforcers of puritan law, the Inquisition. Shortly afterwards Good's father left, leaving him to be raised and trained by the Inquisition, but when his first campaign was against a tribe of natives, Good turned against the Inquisition and lived a life of exile since, working as a log rider through the colonies, earning him the name "Driftwood" by the colonists. But after being accused and convicted of two ghastly murders in Boston committed by the specter of his childhood nightmares, Good fled the city under pursuit of the Inquisition with his childhood friend, Anne Parrish, who is also tormented by the specter in a terrible way. Now, after rescuing a wizard from the hordes of the specter, Good has learned his haunt is only one of a trio of terrors who seek to ravage the colonies. Shunned and hunted by the civilized world, the three of them face a treacherous journey along a haunted river in search of a legendary fortress to face their nightmares of evil incarnate...