Mischief Season (The Witches of Benevento)
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The first book in an exciting new chapter book series by John Bemelmans Marciano and Caldecott medalist Sophie Blackall.
Welcome to Benevento, an ancient town famous for its witches!
The children of Benevento have to be careful and clever to evade the clutches of such witches as the Manalonga, the Janara, and the Clopper, who hide in wells and under bridges, fly at midnight, and play tricks during Mischief Season.
Five cousins – Primo, Emilio, Rosa, Maria Beppina, and Sergio – share adventures and narrow escapes, and discover astonishing secrets as they outwit the witches in each exciting story.
Mischief Season: a Twins Story
The Janara are wrecking the farm with their nightly mischiefs. Father blames Rosa for everything that goes wrong, and it’s up to the Twins and their friends to find a way to stop the Janara. Will some mysterious advice from an unexpected source be the solution to their problems?
to their regular bodies. If they don’t, they’ll never be able to return at all. “Come on and help me,” Emilio says to his sister. Rosa groans and holds her stomach. “I can’t!” she says, her ache suddenly worse. Or so she acts. It’s always the same with her, Janara or no Janara—any excuse to get out of work. Dino helps, at least. As a final touch, Emilio gets some cheese and a glass of wine. Janara are known to get hungry when they go mischiefing but they will sometimes skip houses that have a
supernatural creature. There are spirits, fairies, ghosts, and demons—such as yours truly—as well as those you may never have heard of, like the Manalonga and the Clopper. And then there are the Janara. A Janara may be anyone you know—your next-door neighbor, your uncle, or even your mom. After the rest of the world has gone to sleep, Janara rub a secret oil on their armpits and say a spell, thus transforming themselves. They gain the power not only to fly but to control the weather itself!
after all, and he was the only kid who didn’t bring anything to eat. Finally, he breaks down. “Hey, Rosa, do you mind if I just have a piece of your bread?” Primo says, putting on his nicey-nicest voice. “Or even a little bite of sausage?” “No way, donkey-brains! Why don’t you just crack open some walnuts?” Rosa says. “Oh wait, you can’t, because THAT’S NOT A WALNUT TREE!” Meanwhile, Emilio is having no luck catching up with Maria Beppina and Sergio. How fast must they be walking? When he
“So how do I make the Janara happy?” Emilio asks, rubbing his shoulder. Amerigo wets his lips. He whispers, “Oregano.” “What?” Emilio says. “What do you mean, oregano?” “Take oregano to the places where the Janara have come. Brush it everywhere. The smell is like catnip for them—it makes them happy. They will move on to some other place to do their mischiefs.” “And that’s it?” Amerigo nods. “That’s it.” Emilio goes to ask another question, but the old peg-legged soldier cuts him off. “I’ve
of the time—she’ll steal the food right off your plate. Like this morning. Momma is braiding Rosa’s hair when she reaches across the table to grab a crust from her little brother’s dish. “Hey!” Dino says. “That was mine!” “So . . . ’ungry . . .” Rosa says as she stuffs her mouth. “Whoa, daughter!” Momma says, pulling back on Rosa’s braids like the reins of a horse. “Calm down and let me get you some cheese, dear.” With her big round ball of a pregnant belly leading the way, Momma goes over