I, Penny Lane Bloom, do solemnly swear to never date another boy for as long as I shall live.
The Lonely Hearts Club by Elizabeth Eulberg
The Sphinx stares at me from her plinth. I edge closer, daring her to open her mouth and enspell me with her riddles. She crouches, eyes a-glitter, teeth gleaming through parted lips.
The Unnaturalists by Tiffany Trent
The leather-bound volume was nothing remarkable.
A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkneas
It starts with a crack, a sputter, and a spark.
The Near Witch by Victoria Schwab
I woke in Oakhaven, entirely ruined
The Vespertine by Saundra Mitchell