T'witches #01: The Power Of Two

Randi Reisfeld; H. B. Gilmour

ISBN 10: 0439240700 / ISBN 13: 9780439240703

Published by Scholastic Paperbacks, 2001

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: T'witches #01: The Power Of Two
• Publisher: Scholastic Paperbacks
• Publication Date: 2001
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0439240700
• ISBN 13: 9780439240703
• Binding: Paperback
• Condition: Good
• Weight: 10 ounces

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Synopsis

Thanks to a smash hit Disney Channel movie, we are reissuing the first two books in this popular series with fabulous new covers!

Twins. Witches. Exactly.
Camryn and Alex are identical twins -- and witches -- but they haven't always known that. Separated at birth and taken from their witch parents, the two girls have grown up on opposite sides of the country, and with opposite attitudes: Cam is preppy and popular, Alex is punky and brooding. When a chance encounter brings them together at 13, they discover their shared magical powers, and learn how to put those powers to use to solve mysteries, and save a life. But will they ever learn the truth about their past?

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Evan saw it first. Clarification: saw her first. On the Ol' Wagon Wheel ride. But in typical Evan-speak, he did the lame-joke thing.

"Hey, Alex," he called, leaning over the side of their creaky, swinging basket. "There's a girl two carts down who stole something from you."

Alex did a fast calculation and came up blank. Her money was in her jeans pocket. Her backpack was stashed in the gear house at the bottom of the Ferris wheel. She folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the punch line. "Okay, Ev, I'll play. What'd she steal? My Stratocaster, SUV, or cell phone?"

Evan pointed down. "Your face."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Don't quit your day job, Evan. Comedy Central is not scanning the globe for you," she said, rubbing a sudden rash of goose bumps on her arm.

Lucinda flipped around to check. "Get outta here! Alex," she shrieked. "He's right. She looks just like you--"

"Only cleaner," Evan teased.

"Could you be any less funny?" Alex challenged. But her stomach lurched nervously, or maybe it was just the cart swinging in a gust of wind. "Nobody looks like me," she declared, going along with the joke. Although--between the goose bumps and fluttery stomach--she was acting way cooler than she felt.