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The Mighty Antimagic Spell
Fantasy Who would expect a story titled ANTIMAGIC to be about wizards, mystical creatures and fantastic, unusual adventures?
Yet, it really is ...
It's even more than that. You'll see if you read the story, that there is, beside all this, a spell, mightier than the strongest spells ever, even than Abracadabra.
Yes, ANTIMAGIC is the most powerful magic of all known and unknown in the wizards' world, because it's a spell that can stop any magic, no matter how powerful it is.
The narrative in Antimagic story will succeed not only in helping the children's minds to imagine fantasy worlds or to create their own stories with fairies, princesses, famous wizards or knights, because they already know how to do it, but it will develop even more their thinking and desire to KNOW.
Reading this book, they'll see and understand what all wizard students got after their decision to study magic at the famous and old Elmbridge School of Magic.
What they all got is that they'll become skilled and wise wizards and magicians only through study and long and painstaking search for knowledge.
And even more than that, this book will help grown-ups too to remember to dream again, because we, grown-ups, kind of forgot to do that.
Therefore, dear readers, young or grown-ups, enjoy the lines of this book and discover with Elizabeth Catherine Edwards and her friends the mysteries of magic.
Go through many and wonderful events with the heroes of this book, more or less unusual, strange. Swim with her and her friends in the mysterious waters of the Purple Oasis. Run with them from the dangers that are all over the Ancient Forest and into the maze beneath Elmbridge School of Magic. Admire together imposing creatures such as ogres, carticors (fantastic hybrid mole-elephant-badgers), lycanthropes and many others interesting as well.
Besides, don't forget to support them to easily overcome moments of sadness, when they need it so much.
Enjoy this book, which will show you that in order to become a great wizard in Elizabeth Catherine Edwards' magic world you must embrace learning and knowledge. You'll see that algebra and geometry, this wonderful and magic mathematics, or botany, or chemistry, or potion making and shapeshifting classes and even simple things like writing, reading or addition, all this are necessary for that.
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