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In New Orleans, Louisiana, where everyone seems a bit strange, an ordinary student named Jack Cornell finds himself drawn into a world of magic and mystery. He is tasked with protecting a young witch who also happens to be his best friend’s sister. But what will come of it? After all, Jack and Sabrina have been fighting almost from the cradle!The situation is further aggravated by the fact that Sabrina the witch is not even aware of her witchy abilities. Jack will have to help her discover and embrace them, as well as spill to her all the secrets of her real, foreign family. After all, the hunt for the girl has already begun.Despite their childhood-rooted animosity, the young people will have to join forces and use their magical abilities to confront a much stronger opponent. And their many unusual friends will help them with this.Will Jack and Sabrina be able to overcome all the dangerous hurdles thrown their way by the mystical world? We'll see…
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Dedication
To my dear family – for constant support, faith and love.
To my Dear Mommy – for the endless warmth and light that you give.
To my Dad – for a kind heart and a strong shoulder.
To my beloved daughters – for the happiness that you bring into my life daily.
To my sister – for always inspiring me with optimism and self-confidence.
To my true friends – for the fact that, no matter what, you are always there for me.
“Fearlessness is a more than ordinary strength of mind, which raises the soulabove the troubles, disorders, and emotions which the prospect of great dangersare used to produce. And by this inward strength it is that heroes preservethemselves in a calm and quiet state, and enjoy a presence of mind and the free useof their reason in the midst of those terrible accidents that amaze and confoundother people.”
François La Rochefoucauld
Chapter 1
So it all happened…
Sabrina woke up in a strange daze. “What’s that noise?” echoed quickly in the depths of her foggy consciousness. Rising abruptly from the bed, the girl absentmindedly brushed her hair from her forehead and, trying to shake off the heavy sleep, glanced out the wide-open window. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the dim light of a street lamp desperately trying to penetrate the gloomy haze. Another crash in the depths of the hall finally dispelled the remnants of her sleep and brought the girl back to the cold reality.
“Eric!” she exclaimed tiredly. “I’ll kill you! Four in the morning! Why the hell aren’t you sleeping? ” With a careless gesture, Sabrina threw a robe over her shoulders and briskly headed for the hall, trying to make herself look as menacing as possible, while trying to remember where she had hidden the baseball bat. She stepped into the hall and instantly froze, noticing in the far corner a rather intoxicated-looking young man. The guy was squatting, clutching his head in his hands, and groaning loudly and mournfully.
“Eric, you’re at it again,” the girl said dolefully as she sat down next to the the young man’s almost immobilized body .
