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About The Book:
Title: THE GOLDEN FROG GAMES (Witchlings #2)
Author: Claribel A. Ortega
Pub. Date: May 2, 2023
Publisher: Scholastic Press
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/THE-GOLDEN-FROG-GAMES
Get ready for more magic, mayhem, and monstruos! From Claribel A. Ortega, author of Frizzy and Ghost Squad, comes the sequel to the instant New York Times bestselling and #1 Indie bestselling Witchlings.
Every four years, the Twelve Towns gather for a legendary magical tournament–the Golden Frog Games.
With Ravenskill hosting this year’s games, all eyes are on Seven Salazar, Valley Pepperhorn and Thorn Laroux: the most famous Spares in the Twelve Towns. Thorn is ready to compete as a fashion champion, but when a forbidden hex is used to turn her fellow champions to stone, suspicion lands on the Witchlings.
As the Witchlings attempt to unravel the mystery of the stonifications, future Uncle Seven is harboring a dangerous secret: While she’s supposed to be able to communicate with animals, the voices she hears most clearly belong to monstruos, and one spine-chilling voice is the loudest of all.
Can Seven fix her broken magic and find out who is stonifying the champions . . . before Thorn becomes the next victim?
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About Claribel A. Ortega:
Claribel A. Ortega, New York Times bestselling author of Ghost Squad, Witchlings, and Frizzy (Pura Belpre Award-winner), is a former reporter who writes middle grade and young adult fantasy inspired by her Dominican heritage. When she’s not busy turning her obsession with eighties pop culture, magic, and video games into books, she’s cohosting her podcasts Write or Die and Bad Author Book Club and helping authors navigate publishing with her consulting business, GIFGRRL. Claribel has been featured on BuzzFeed, NPR, Good Morning America, and Deadline. You can find her on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok at @Claribel_Ortega and on her website at claribelortega.com.
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Deep in the shadows of the Cursed Forest stood Seven Salazar and her secret. It was a terrible secret and a dangerous one, but right now Seven had other things to worry about. Namely, the flock of skeleton birds with razor-sharp beaks and glowing red eyes that kept diving at her from the tippy tops of the Strangling Figs. Cymric Rune, the Hastings-on Pumpkins Uncle, cleared his throat.
“Hmmm. This should not be that complicated.”
“It should be easy to summon birds,” Sybell the Oracle said, from where they were draped on a mossy log like some sort of model.
“Why don’t you try again?” Cymric said softly, before shooting the Oracle a weary glance.
Seven nodded once, then raised her hands toward the trees, which were bathed in the eerie purple light of the early morning, and spoke.
A few seconds passed in tense silence, but then like every time before, instead of summoning normal birds, her magic brought the flock of skeleton creatures toward her. They pecked at her scalp and any exposed skin before spewing disgusting goo all over her. It burned like hex.
“Rats!” yelled Seven, waving her arms wildly to get the green slime off and stop the sting.
“The healing mushrooms, Seven, quickly!” cried Cymric.
“Surely she can pull off this simple spell,” muttered the Oracle.
“Hongos!” said Seven, throwing her hands up and out.
The earth rumbled slightly, and for a moment, Seven thought she might’ve gotten it right. Instead, a sound like a balloon deflating fizzled in the distance and her magic failed. Again.
“Hongos.” The Oracle waved their hand lazily in Seven’s direction as they flipped through an issue of Teen Witch! magazine. From a distance, the whispering of leaves approached. The whispers turned into violent rustles that shook the forest around them. A batch of multicolored cura-shrooms emerged from between the twisted trees and zoomed right at Seven. They hung suspended in the air around her, then each cura-shroom exploded like a firework, a chalky poof filling the air with rainbow smoke. Purple, green, and pink dust settled on Seven, and instantly her blistering skin was healed.
“See?” The Oracle licked their finger and turned another glossy page. “Easy.”
Sometimes Seven Salazar wished the Nightbeast had never spoken to her. Right now, covered in dust and goo, in the middle of the Cursed Forest, her body weary with exhaustion, was one of those times.