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It’s hard enough being exiled to the unmagical Uplands, but traveling with the smug young thief Barnaby is even worse. He’s determined to gain fame and fortune by recovering the missing Mirable Chalice. And to ...

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Overview

All Prunella wants is to be a proper bog-witch. Unfortunately, her curses tend to do more good than harm. When her mixed-up magic allows a sneaky thief to escape her grandmother’s garden, Prunella is cast out until she can prove herself.

It’s hard enough being exiled to the unmagical Uplands, but traveling with the smug young thief Barnaby is even worse. He’s determined to gain fame and fortune by recovering the missing Mirable Chalice. And to get what she wants, Prunella must help him, like it or not.

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This colorful, fast-paced fantasy is recommended for fans of funny, fairy-tale-inspired stories.” —School Library Journal

 

“Spunky characters and surprising plot twists will keep readers laughing and turning pages.” —Kirkus Reviews

This is a delightful coming-of-age story about two plucky misfits who elicit readers’ chuckles with their escapades, while gently reminding us not to judge a person by appearances alone.” —VOYA

There is a nicely understated lesson here about adhering to your own principles, even when those you love would rather you didn’t.” —BCCB

VOYA - Ruth Cox Clark
Bog-witches are supposed to have hooked noses and lots of warts — Prunella has neither. To make matters worse, her curses do not work quite the way she expects. Frustrated with a group of Uplanders brandishing pitchforks and blaming the bog-witches for stealing the Mirable Chalice and cursing their crops, Grandmother insists that even Prunella can come up with a suitable punishment for the "ignorant lunatics." As fate would have it — while Prunella is dreaming of how pleased Grandmother would be if she found the Mirable Chalice - Purnella catches a chalice-seeking thief sneaking into their swamp. When Prunella's curse against the young thief fails, Grandmother banishes her from the bog. Although they should be arch-enemies, Prunella and the young thief, Barnaby, join forces and set out for Mistveil Bayou, the home of Lord Blacktorn, to steal back the chalice for Barnaby, and Esmeralda Bogthistle's spell book (the grimoire) for Prunella. As they interact with mistrustful Uplanders, ghouls, and other swamp creatures during their journey, both young people re-examine societal expectations based on where they were born and what they should look and act like. A final daring escapade brings to light the true story behind the Mirable Chalice and the grimoire, but more importantly, Prunella stands up for herself and tells Grandmother she "means to be the bog-witch [she] wants to be." This is a delightful coming-of-age story about two plucky misfits who elicit readers' chuckles with their escapades, while gently reminding us not to judge a person by appearances alone. Reviewer: Ruth Cox Clark
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Gr 4–6—Prunella Bogthistle may have the name and chicken-foot-festooned braids of a bog-witch, but she can't cast curses or grow warts. To prove her witchy worth, she goes on a quest to find her infamous ancestor's long-lost grimoire, joining forces with Barnaby, a foppish Uplander with a mysterious past. On their travels, it becomes clear that what little magic there is in the Uplands is draining away. As Prunella and Barnaby try to discover the cause, they realize that good and evil can come packaged in deceptive forms—nasty bog-witches, malevolent wizards, and beautiful queens aren't always what they seem. Prunella's tetchy interactions and thrilling adventures with Barnaby are tinged with her unwillingness to admit to herself that she is, at heart, a kind, if occasionally contrary, bog-witch. A spectral horse, a lonely ghost, and numerous wary and prejudiced villagers add humor and danger to this magical adventure. If the denouement is a bit hurried, no matter; all ends are satisfactorily tied up. This colorful, fast-paced fantasy is recommended for fans of funny, fairy-tale-inspired stories.—Eva Mitnick, Los Angeles Public Library
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Prunella Bogthistle does not have one proper wart. Not even one. And on top of that, her curses never work. She's such a failure as a bog-witch, in fact, that her beloved grandmother casts her right out of the Bottomlands. Banished Prunella teams up with thief-turned-hero Barnaby the Brave to find the Mirable Chalice, the theft of which is believed to have cursed the Uplands with a variety of maladies. Both Prunella and Barnaby harbor secret goals as they undertake their quest, but these ulterior motivations gradually take a backseat to their newfound friendship and their growing desire to free the people of the Uplands from the clutches of their evil queen. Spunky characters and surprising plot twists will keep readers laughing and turning pages. Fagan also sneaks in a powerful you-can't-judge-a-book-by-its-cover lesson, as nothing here is what it seems. But even more important than that is the lesson she offers in finding and valuing one's own identity, even when it confounds the expectations of well-meaning family and friends. Who wants an old wart anyway? (Fantasy. 9-12)
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  • ISBN-13: 9780805087437
  • Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR)
  • Publication date: 5/25/2010
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 272
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 640L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Deva Fagan

Deva likes searching for patterns, which is probably how she ended up writing stories based on echoes of old fairy-tales and mythic archetypes. She lives in Maine with her husband and her dog.

www.devafagan.com

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Chapter l

All I wanted was to charm a single stinking wart onto my face. Yes, onto, not off. A good bog- witch should have at least one. Grandmother had eleven, and a hooked nose to boot. Of course, there were rare witches who could pull off a certain dark and terrible beauty. My mother was one, according to Grandmother. Maybe that’s how I got stuck the way I was.

I peered into the moon- silvered water of the rain barrel. No wart. No dark and terrible beauty, either. Just the same clear brown skin and snub nose I’d always had. Blast it! I smacked my palm into the water. A true bog- witch wouldn’t be sniffling, I told myself fiercely. This only made the tears slip faster down my cheeks. Because I wasn’t a true bog- witch; everyone from Grandmother to my littlest cousin, Ezzie, knew it. That was why they were all off on a midnight mushroomspree, and I was stuck here, alone, keeping watch over Grandmother’s garden.

I blinked up at the moon. If I closed my eyes, I could almost see them: my cousins, my aunts, my great- aunts, my second cousins twice removed. All of them out there under that brilliant silver eye, laughing and teasing and dancing. I could almost smell the sweet wood- smoke, taste the earthy, buttery fried mushrooms. I loved fried mushrooms. But more than that, I loved being a Bog-thistle witch. Even if no one else thought I was one, really.

It wasn’t fair. I could twitch a fire out of soggy twigs as well as any of them. I could charm away Ezzie’s winter sniffles. Grandmother herself admitted that she couldn’t tell where I’d mended the chips in her best tea set. But those were still just baby spells. Until I proved myself with a proper curse, I would never be considered a true Bogthistle. And my curses, well, they just never turned out quite right.

I cringed, remembering the last one. The mob of Uplanders had descended on us on the eve of the full moon, jabbing the sharp tines of their pitchforks against the night. Their angry shouting drowned the fluting of the peepers. Their smoky torches burned the sweetness of the moonflowers from the air.

But we bog- witches were no strangers to mobs. Our foremothers had settled their cozy collection of cottages smack in the middle of the bog for a reason. The sucking mire and stinging thistles kept the fools at bay long enough for us to puzzle out some sense from their furious bellows.

"We didn’t steal the Mirable Chalice, you fool," Grandmother called over our spiny ramparts, her eyes blazing— really blazing, with green flames. I always wanted to learn that charm. "We’ve all the magic we could want here in the Bottomlands. What do we need with some Uplander bauble? Go take your torches and burn down the Mistveil Bayou if you want someone to blame. If anyone stole the chalice, it was that villain Blackthorn."

The mob gave a rabblesome roar, sprinkled with shouts of "Foul hags!" and "Burn them all!" One particularly mouthy fellow at the front called out, "You stole the chalice, you harpies! You brought this curse to our lands! Our corn withers and dies, our children sicken, our homes crumble. We’re here to put a stop to it!" He waved his torch at the wall of thistles. "Give it back, or we’ll burn this place to the ground!"

Grandmother’s nostrils flared. She drew herself even taller, like a great thunderhead about to loose a torrent of lightning. A few yelps and yips rose from the Uplanders. Even the mouthy fellow stepped back.

"So— a bit of trouble with your corn and you think you’re cursed? It’s time you learned the misery and woe of a true bog-witch curse."

That was when she’d looked at me. I smothered a yelp of my own.

"Prunella," Grandmother commanded, "even you ought to be able to find a suitable punishment for these ignorant lunatics."

I thought I had just the curse. I thought that was my chance to show my true bog- witchery, to prove myself. A rain of alligator spoor sounded perfectly horrible. And in my defense, it did chase them hooting and hollering out of the mire and back to their Upland homes. How was I to know it would settle over their land and give them the best harvest in ages?

They had fields full of golden ears within two weeks. By the third, they were showing up on the outskirts of the bog, begging for more charms to stop crumbling chimneys and heal fevers and coughs. They trampled the mushroom patch and scared away all the nesting herons with their hubbub. In the end, Grandmother had to curse three of them with pustulous boils just to get them to leave us alone. And it was all my fault.

So that’s how I ended up stuck in the garden, alone. Grandmother’s garden didn’t need watching. It waswarded and trapped to the gills, tighter than the queen’s treasure house. And who would want to steal her beans and pumpkins in any case? Someone would have to be an idiot, or desperate, or both, to try. Yet here I was, with only the fluting of the frogs and the twinkle of fireflies for company. The truth was, my family didn’t want me around. I was an embarrassment. Another tear slipped down my nose.

I needed more than just a wart. I needed a curse as fearsome and powerful as those of Esmeralda herself, the first, and greatest, Bogthistle. Even Grandmother spoke reverently about Esmeralda and her lost magics. Every night after dinner she led all the clan (except me, of course, since she said I’d spoil it) in cursing Lord Blackthorn, who stole Esmeralda’s grimoire ages ago. Sometimes I dreamed of running off and finding that grimoire, and all her long- lost magics with it. Surely with a book like that even I could learn to curse properly. Then I’d lead the mushroom sprees. Then I’d be taught the deepest Bogthistle secrets. Grandmother might even smile at me, once. I’d caught her smiling at Ezzie, so I knew she did, sometimes. Just never at me.

It was a silly dream. Lord Blackthorn’s manor was charmed up as tight as Grandmother’s garden. And anyway, a true bog- witch wouldn’t be glooming around wishing on stars. I raised my chin, pushing myself up. I might as well try the wart charm again. I had nothing better to do.

Creeeak. I stood still, sure I must be imagining things. No one could possibly have gotten into the garden without triggering one of the wards. But I knew the squeak of the alchemy- shop door all too well. It was what had given me away last week, when I tried to sneak in and listen to Grandmother teaching Ezzie how to turn herself into a crow.

"Thief!" I cried out, as I laid my hand on the pumpkin vine beside me, muttering my invocation. The green fronds hissed forward like serpents, coiling around the dark shadow that lurked beside the door.

The shadow grunted. I darted forward, my heart hammering a jubilant beat. I had done something right, finally. I’d caught a thief. Now, that ought to make Grandmother smile.

A cloud shifted. I crooked my finger. My curse had to work this time. The honor of the Bogthistles demanded it. Wan moonlight outlined the thief’s features. It was a boy. The shock of it froze my bent finger in midair, jabbing out at him.

It wasn’t that I’d never seen boys before. There were a few things we just couldn’t get in the Bottomlands, and Grandmother could not do without her daily helping of licorice. I had been to the nearest town of Withywatch four times, trotting along after Grandmother as she did her shopping, both of us cowled and cloaked against prying eyes.

I’d watched straggly farmer boys goggling at me from their hay- heaped wagons. I’d beheld snappy city boys scrumming and playing like a pack of young hounds. Frankly, I hadn’t seen what I was missing by living out in the bog. Yet something about this boy now standing in front of me made me hesitate.

He pushed back a fringe of honey- brown hair, looking fine and proud and determined. "Go on and curse me, bog-witch."

The words of the spell scrambled against my throat. He’d called me a bog- witch. He knew what I was! In that moment, I didn’t care that he was glaring at me. If it weren’t an entirely unwitchly thing to do, I would have flung my arms around his neck and danced with him under the moonlight.

"Well?" he said after a moment. "Are you going to stand there posing, or are you going to get it over with? I’m three inches deep in mud here."

I smothered my smile. "I’m just deciding on the best punishment for a thief."

"I’m not here to steal anything," he said, scowling.

"Oh? You sneak into bog- witch gardens for fun, do you?"

"I’m . . . I’m on a quest." He raised his chin slightly. "For the Mirable Chalice."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, and of course we must be the ones who took it. Just like we’re the ones to blame for every cough, storm, and broken wheelbarrow in the Uplands."

"You bog- witches tried to steal it once already," said the boy, crossing his arms. "Everyone knows that story."

"That was two hundred years ago!" I protested. "Besides, Esmeralda never wanted the chalice. She was trying to help you stupid Uplanders. And what thanks did she get? Chased off into the bog by a pack of ignorant goons!"

He shrugged. "So a few Uplanders think you stole the chalice. What’s it matter to you? Seems to me you lot settled yourselves nice enough, if you don’t mind the mud and muck." He gestured around at the garden. Something fluttered in his hand.

"What’s that?" I saw a flash of purple checks as he tucked it behind his back. "That’s one of my aunt’s best dishtowels! Give that back!"

"Fine, fine. Don’t get yourself in a twist." The boy tossed the wad of cloth at me. "I was just . . . borrowing it. A fellow needs to keep his hands clean. This place is filthy."

"If you don’t like mud, you should have stayed in the Uplands, where you belong." I crossed my arms. "But you’d better learn to like it, seeing as I’m about to turn you into a frog."

"You can’t do that," he protested. "I need to bring back the chalice. The whole of the Uplands is cursed."

"Oh, so you’re some sort of hero, are you? Going to save the Uplands?"

His cocky air faltered, just for a moment. "Something like that."

"How did you even get in here?" I demanded. "Grandmother’s wards and traps are the best in the land. Better than the queen’s."

The boy leaned against the door. "Pff. It wasn’t that hard."

How dare he look so nonchalant with pumpkin vines wound around his feet and a bog- witch about to curse him? Being a frog was too good for him. I clenched my teeth, trying to remember Grandmother’s pustulous-boils curse.

"The squealer over by the cabbages was a good one," he added. "Nearly got me. You might have noticed if you weren’t so busy with your beauty charms."

"Beauty charms?" I roared. "That’s it!"

For an instant, in the flash of greenish light, I could see his fear. Why did it make my insides wither likea bit of old fish- bait? I faltered, stumbling over the invocation.

Suddenly he was moving, slithering free from the vines. The next moment, he had ducked behind one of the giant pumpkins. I ran forward to the limp green fronds he left behind. How had he gotten free? Had he cut them?

"Ugh!" I snatched back my hand, covered in something slimy and slippery. "What did you do?"

"Don’t blame me," came his voice from somewhere among the gourds. He sounded annoyed. "I didn’t ask you to douse me in oil. Though it sure did make it easy to slip free. I don’t suppose you’d give me that rag back?"

"Oooo!" I tried to slow my hammering heart. I was not going to let myself get riled up by a straggly snot of a boy. "It was supposed to be boils, not oils!"

"If it makes you happy, you did ruin my favorite jacket," he said. "But I’ll take that over boils any day. And now I think I’ll leave you to your cabbages and your beauty charms. Though, if you ask me, you don’t need them. You’re pretty enough already. For a bog- witch." I caught the flash of his grin before he slipped away, deeper into the garden.

I opened my mouth, but I didn’t have a curse strong enough. Then the asparagus fronds rustled. Oh no.

Excerpted from The Magica Misadventures Of Prunella Bogthistle by Deva Fagan.

Copyright © 2010 by Deva Fagan.

Published in 2010 by Henry Holt and Company.

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    This is such a good book.

    I LOVED this book! It has such great suspense, a VERY good mystery, i could not put it down. This book has a really good ending. I think this book is good for even adults, if they like a good mystery. All im saying is this book is worth the money and is such a good mystery..(:

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    Reviewed by Joan Stradling for TeensReadToo.com

    Prunella wants to be a proper bog-witch, but her curses end up helping instead of harming.

    Her inability to curse allows a thief, Barnaby, to escape from her grandmother's garden and gets Prunella banished until she can do a proper curse.

    Barnaby is on a quest to gain fame and fortune by finding the Mirable Chalice and returning it to the queen. Now, Prunella must team up with the very thief who got her kicked out of her bog if she hopes to prove herself and return to her family, but helping Barnaby find the chalice might prove more dangerous than she thought.

    A tale worthy of sharing! With Fagan's combination of a bog-witch and a thief as unlikely heroes, THE MAGICAL MISADVENTURES OF PRUNELLA BOGTHISTLE is a brilliant tale of discovery and acceptance sure to entertain readers for years to come.

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