The country's gentle magic was like video game rubber banding; fall too far behind, and you'd find yourself flying. When Tisha's friend Katie's acne was at its worst, Katie's eyes literally sparkled. The ends of her hair shimmered with rainbows. Tisha deliberately failed a few math quizzes, in hopes she'd get floating equations or a fairy tutor, but the magic wasn't fooled. It could see into her heart: it was magic.












