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Chapters (30)
  1. Epigraph
  2. PART ONE Transformations
  3. 1664 I.
  4. 1674 II.
  5. 1679 III.
  6. PART TWO Talisman
  7. 1680 I.
  8. 1685 II.
  9. III.
  10. PART THREE Divination
  11. 1686 I.
  12. II.
  13. III.
  14. PART FOUR The Charm
  15. 1691 I.
  16. II.
  17. III.
  18. PART FIVE The Remedy
  19. 1693 I.
  20. II.
  21. III.
  22. PART SIX Fate
  23. 1696
  24. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  25. Magic Lessons by Alice Hoffman
  26. Introduction
  27. Topics & Questions for Discussion
  28. Enhance Your Book Club
  29. A Conversation with Alice Hoffman
  30. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

On hot nights Maria and Juni escaped through the window so they might prowl the island. They were young and the heat made for restless sleepers. They were alive and wanted more than the room they lived in and the interests of people other than themselves. They’d grown close, for now it was only the two of them. The Manchester sisters, Katy and Susannah, had worked off their debt, and had then been free to marry the first men who came along, wretched suitors Maria warned them to deny. She looked into the sisters’ tea leaves and into their palms and told them to wait, there would be other men to choose from, or perhaps it might be better to set off on their own lives. The sisters hadn’t listened, and they’d married two silent, gloomy brothers. Their lives had changed very little since they had worked for the Jansens, only now it wasn’t a grand house they cared for, but wooden shacks near the harbor, one wedged next to the other on stilts above the blue sea that rotted the floorboards and left a silver sheen of salt over every dish and chair. When the trade winds came up, the sisters had to nail their furniture to the floor and tie themselves to the decks of their houses with jute rope. Their husbands were off fishing most of the time, and for that they were grateful, for they treated the sisters badly; sex was for the husband’s pleasure and women were not to speak back to men. Maria visited the sisters and brought them crisp red apples, an unusual fruit in this climate, for which she’d paid dearly. She told the sisters to prick the fruit with a needle as they said their husbands’ names, then bake the apples into pies which, once devoured by the men, would bring about kindness and a bit of consideration from the sour, ill-tempered sailors they’d wed. After that the sisters embroidered a blue shawl for Maria, and every bird on the island was sewn into the fabric, for both sisters owed her a huge debt of gratitude, and later both would name their first daughters Maria so that they said that name a hundred times a day with love and devotion.