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Publisher	Ember
ISBN 10	059317741X
Book Format	Paperback
Book Description	For fans of Lovecraft Country and Candyman comes a witchy story full of Black girl magic! One girl′s dark ability to summon the dead offers her a chance at a new life, while revealing to her an even darker future.“Practica
Publication Date	11 July 2023

ISBN 13	9780593177419
Author	Jessica Lewis
Language	English
About the Author	Jessica Lewis is a Black author and receptionist. She has a degree in English literature and animal science (obviously, the veterinarian plan did not work out). She lives with her way-funnier-than-her grandmother in Alabama. Her debut novel is Bad Witch Burning. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1I’m painting Will’s nails when she asks me to talk to her dead grandma.“Didn’t we talk to her last week?” I don’t look up from my work as I paint a coat of hot pink. Will’s nails are short and brittle from nervous chewing, so it takes extra effort to make them look good.“It’s been a month, I think.” Her voice is a hesitant whisper. “Katrell, please? I wanna tell her about the contest.”I finish the second layer before looking up at her. Will’s eyes search mine, brimming with cautious excitement. She’s always been like this―desperately hopeful, but expecting someone to crush her at the same time.Will’s big. Not just heavy, but physically imposing. Five foot ten, huge arms that could hurt someone if she wanted. But she sits with her shoulders hunched, like she’s trying to take up as little space as possible. A bear who doesn’t know she’s been let out of her cage.I lean forward and blow gently on her nails. I’ll do it for her. Summonings aren’t difficult, and Will never asks for much. At least she has someone to summon. My only family is Mom; I don’t have any aunts or cousins or dead grandmas. Will has a whole host of dead people to talk to. Sometimes I wonder which is better―dead family or no family at all.I lean back on my hands and study Will’s face. She’s looking down, her eyebrows scrunched, her hands clenched tight around her knees. The wet polish glimmers in the lamplight. I can’t let Clara, her grandma, see her wound up like this. Ghosts can be mean when they want to be, and I don’t need Clara haunting me for a week because she thinks I upset Will. Time to ease the tension. “I feel like the only reason you keep me around is ’cause I can talk to your granny.”Will rolls her eyes and her shoulders relax, just a little. “Whatever. You know that’s not true.”“Then it’s because I make your nails look like hot shit.” I smile as she laughs. Her shoulders relax even more.“Emphasis on the shit part.” Will shakes her hand delicately, still giggling. “Conrad’s look better than this.”My dog lifts his head from his massive paws and his thick tail thumps on the carpet. We’re in Will’s room, so Conrad had been sleeping on the dog bed her parents bought him. We’re always in Will’s room. The cream-colored walls, canvases of Will’s spray paint art, and the soft carpet feel like a second home. Way better than my leaky bathroom and secondhand mattress without a bed frame. Conrad yawns and stretches, favoring his right back leg, and then makes a beeline for Will.“Don’t,” Will warns, leaning backward, but it’s too late―Conrad swipes his tongue over her nails, leaving streaks of pink polish up her hand.I laugh as Will jumps up, swearing under her breath, and Conrad turns to me. He pants and licks my face, a trail of drool stretching from my chin to my temple. “God, Conrad! You’re so gross. Go away.” I wipe my face with the sleeve of my sweater, giggling.He doesn’t listen; instead, he sits beside me and puts his heavy head on my shoulder, his dog breath wafting into my nose. Conrad is a mastiff mix, with tawny fur, floppy ears and jowls, and deep brown eyes. He’s getting older, and longer walks make him limp. I hug his neck tight, and he tries to lick my chin again. This giant, goofy mutt is one of the only things I have that’s all mine. I’ll take him, drool and all.Will grimaces as she rubs her hand on her pajama pants. “I thought you trained him not to do that.”I release Conrad from the hug and kiss his wet nose. “He can’t help it. He loves his Aunt Will.” Will looks unimpressed, so I continue. “Don’t be mad at him. I’ll fix your nails before Monday, promise. Can’t have them looking bad at school.
Number of Pages	352 pages

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