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Sometimes I'd rather shield my eyes than see darkness in light.It was my senior year at Hawthorne University when everything fell apart. I mean, all my witch friends got along fine-sort of. But I was nervous about my love life. I just had to get into Hawthorne's graduate program, because my boyfriend was going to be a professor. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose anyone.And things got weirder. A witch was threatened with sacrificial murder. Another witch spent all day murmuring to herself, in the center of a circle of candles, on a pentagram she painted in her dorm room. It all pointed to the wicked witch of the Abaddon coven. If I was right, it might just take a full-fledged witch showdown to stop her.So? Bring it on. What did I have to lose? Just everyone I love. And maybe my soul.
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