Broomsticks and Bones by Misty Bane (Blackwood Bay Witches Paranormal Cozy Mystery Book 4)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 224 Kb
Broomsticks : A few months after learning she’s a witch, Dru Davis has been summoned to Crocus Academy, a special school for witches, to attend a mandatory Flyers Education course. As if learning how to fly a broomstick wasn’t difficult enough, she immediately finds herself entangled in a web of witchy drama. Namely, what happened to the young woman who fell from the roof? Was it an accident or murder? With everyone pointing fingers at each other, it’s impossible to know who to trust. As she begins to search for the truth and dig into the events leading up to the woman’s demise, threatening notes begin to appear warning Dru to back off.
She hits another bump in the road in the form of Granny’s mother, a former professor at Crocus Academy, whose spirit still roams the halls. It’s a good thing Dru wasn’t expecting a happy family reunion, because the nicest thing Granny’s ever called her mother is “vile.”
Can the two put their differences aside long enough to help Dru find out what happened to the young woman? Who is slipping menacing notes under Dru’s door? Is there a murderer lurking the campus and can Dru uncover their identity before they claim her as another victim?
“Besides, Granny will need someone to keep her company while I’m in class,” I said, as if that was a good selling point.
“Oh, brilliant.” Maui’s tone was laced with sarcasm.
Granny was a ghost, which meant only a select few could see her. Maui, of course, was one of them, and the two liked to exchange wisecracks like they were getting paid for it.
“Dru, there’s something you should know before you leave for Crocus.” My mom flew closer and perched on Harper’s shoulder. She’d had an unfortunate run-in with a witch hunter when I was a baby that had left her trapped to live out her life as a raven.
“I’m sure Granny hasn’t mentioned it because she’s hoping it won’t matter,” my mom continued, “but I can’t let you leave without at least a warning.”
“Great.” I rolled my eyes. “How stupid of me to think this could possibly go off without some kind of hitch. Where is Granny, anyway?”
“She’s already waiting in Harper’s car. Listen, it’s probably nothing to worry about.” My mom said, though the anxious tone of her voice betrayed her. “It’s just that your great grandmother—Granny’s mom—might be there. She’s dead now, but that doesn’t mean she’s not still wandering the halls, commanding obedience and pinching the bridge of her nose in contempt.”