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“Morwen kept a good pace over the green lawn, but she paused in the side garden, where the sorrel tree's feathery leaves had turned a brilliant scarlet. A great white hydrangea made a backdrop for clumps of lobelia and lilyturf.”

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A Secret History of Witches

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“There's something hidden in the Maze," he says quietly. "Really?" My eyes widen. "Like buried treasure?" "Something like that. But you'll have to be my good little girl and wait," he cautions. "We can't go get it, not for a while." I frown, unaccustomed to waiting. Sensing my displeasure, Dad takes my hand. "It's there for you when you really need it. You'll know when that day comes." He looks at me intently. "If I'm not here to show you... just remember the hydrangeas. When you see them, that means you're close.”

“Today, each time I looked at the house, I could see danger seeping out the windows like smoke. As night fell, I concentrated on the mounds of purple, white, and pink flowers that clustered against the siding: sweet peas that came back this time of year no matter how neglected. The petals were confused; they grew every which way out of their long stalks and emerged as butterfly wings rather than flowers. Now in the looming blackness, I watered the hydrangeas with their tiny white buds-blooms that patiently waited for a petal to fall so another could take its place. It would take a hundred years to count all the buds on a hydrangea bush. They just never gave up.”