“Chairs flew back with resounding clatters as they all zipped towards Grundle. Six pairs of hands clutched at the paper, all twelve trembling. The Wizardmantics’ eyes grew saucer-sized, all roving back and forth on the page in sync. Six beard bunched with anxiety. Lewis sneezed, causing the kettle to explode into blue smoke. Wizards rarely sneeze. It is a surefire way to know something is now very wrong.” – Emily Kinney, author of The Island of Lote