Magic Fish

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In 1995 Kailua-Kona, Hawaii, on a rare family vacation, seven-year-old Nainoa Flores falls overboard a cruise ship into the Pacific Ocean. When a shiver of sharks appears in the water, everyone fears for the worst. But instead, Noa is gingerly delivered to his mother in the jaws of a shark, marking his story as the stuff of legends. Nainoa’s family, struggling amidst the collapse of the sugarcane industry, hails his rescue as a sign of favor from ancient Hawaiian gods - a belief that appears validated after he exhibits puzzling new abilities.

Baseball is life. So is fly fishing. But what if neither is quite as fulfilling as you expected them to be? A talented pitcher and cocksure small-town kid with big dreams, Nick Grimes is certain his blazing fastball will send him straight to the Major Leagues. And he's not the only one with big dreams. Jess, a young waitress who captures his heart, dreams of becoming a famous novelist. The future is bright, they can both feel it - and barely out of high school, Grimes signs a professional contract to pitch for the Detroit Tigers. But what if it turns out that the minor leagues are a lot ...

Written in 1867, The Magic Fishbone is one of Charles Dickens' best loved fairy tales for children. It tells the story of an impoverished King who can barely manage to keep his nineteen children, and it is a long time until pay day. One day he meets a Fairy Godmother who tells him to give his eldest daughter, Princess Alicia, a piece of salmon, and after she has eaten everything but the bone, she is to dry and polish the bone carefully because it has magic powers.

Get up close and personal with an amazing creature that has invaded our lexicon as well as our restaurants. It breathes with tubes, it has no head or brain, it feeds through a filter, and it is the source of dozens of familiar proverbs ("happy as a clam!"). Clams, it turns out, have been worshipped (by the Moche people of ancient Peru), used as money (by the Algonquin Indians), and consumed by people for thousands of years.

At the Academy of Ambrosia, magical dishes decide destinies—and Archie Kent is eager for redemption—in the first book of this deliciously epic fantasy series. In the five kingdoms of United Ambrosia, there's no higher honor than becoming a White Jacket. From childhood, Archie Kent has...

Join Alexander on an exciting fishing expedition in the Pacific Northwest on the cool waters of Blue Lake. Alexander's trip becomes strange and wondrous when he catches a large orange fish who claims to be magic. The creature grants Alexander three wishes if the boy will let him go. Alexander gladly agrees, but all is not what it seems. Is the fish truly a magic fish? Alexander begins to have his doubts. You can help him decide!

Buckle up for an awesome aquatic adventure with Ms. Frizzle and the class!

Everyone in Fairyland knows that Mrs. Paws is the perfect pet matchmaker! She has flying piglets, baby griffins, and even pugicorns. She has a knack for knowing what pets are right for each princess, prince, or mermaid! Millie the Mermaid loves her new pet, Starwhal, who is an adorable narwhal with the power to turn anything sparkly and shimmery. But is there enough Starwhal magic for everyone in Coral Cove?

After Princess Alicia finds a magic fish-bone, compliments of her fairy godmother, she eventually uses it to improve financial conditions for her father the king, queen, and her 18 brothers and sisters. This classic bedtime story for kids was written by Charles Dickens in 1867, although Mr. Dickens credits the tale to a Miss Alice Rainbird (aged seven), as it gives a very heartwarming glimpse into a Victorian world which can only be seen through the eyes of an innocent child.

I just wanted a quiet corner to ugly-cry. Instead, a dusty old book ate me. Now I’m flat on my back in a fancy throne room, staring up at the kind of fae lord who should come with a warning. Aedrin: tall, smirking, magic curling around him, and eyes that say he’s already undressing me. Apparently, I’m “the Reader” he’s spent centuries summoning. Flattering. Except I have no idea how to get home, and he keeps calling me my little human in a voice that makes me melt. He says he needs my help to restore his power, but every touch and wicked smile feels less like a quest—and more ...

I was broke, desperate, and gullible enough to let my neighbor recruit me into selling "Enchanted Wellness Oils." I thought it was a scam. I didn't know the "Lavender Calm" was actually a potent Fae love potion. And I definitely didn't know I’d accidentally sell a bottle to a disguised Summer Court Prince. Lior is rich, powerful, and—thanks to a manufacturing error—completely obsessed with me. He didn't just leave a five-star review. He showed up at my studio apartment in a limo, demanding to join my "coven." He thinks my sales pitch is a spell. He thinks my downline is a royal court....

I’m a simple guy. I like my beer cold, my truck loud, and my weekends quiet. I definitely did not order a fairy godmother. I was under the hood of my pickup, covered in grease and swearing at a rusted bolt, when poof. Pink smoke everywhere. And standing in the middle of my driveway is a guy who looks like he raided a Spirit Halloween clearance bin. His name is Aurelian. He’s got shimmering wings, a wand that looks suspiciously like a chopstick, and he insists he’s here to save me from my "wretched existence" so I can go to the Ball. I assume the guys at the construction site sent him ...

Sam only meant to cut through the woods. Instead, she ended up in the twelfth century with no signal, no cash, and absolutely no patience for it. Dropped into a world of mud, suspicion, and people who think her phone is witchcraft, Sam is one bad joke away from being run out of town. Possibly literally. Her only lifeline is Krea Erebus, a powerful, infuriatingly composed witch who can vanish without warning and has made it very clear that trust is not on offer. Krea has spent years in exile, keeping her head down and her magic hidden. The last thing she needs is a loud, sharp-tongued ...

A grumpy fae with a fatal allergy to sweets. A baker who can’t stop tempting him. After my life implodes, all I want is quiet—just me, my aunt’s bakery, and endless buttercream. Then Cieran walks in: all storm-grey eyes, razor-sharp cheekbones, and a growl that sends shivers down my spine. He glares at my pastries like they’re his mortal enemy, orders black coffee—no sugar, ever—and everyone whispers he’s not human. Sweets are poison to the fae, they say. But one night, he gives in. One bite of cake—and the sound he makes is pure sin. Now he keeps coming back, staying late, ...

All Princess Cordelia wants to do is swim in the moat surrounding her castle, in the pond where swans glide gracefully, and in the river that leads to the ocean. Cordelia’s passion for swimming, leaves no time for royal duties or studies. The king and queen are concerned by her behavior. Her future is planned, and it does not include swimming. Before her life changes forever, the princess decides to take one last swim in the river. Unaware of the danger that lies ahead, she is caught in the river’s swift current and tumbles over a dangerous waterfall. Moments later, she’s in a sea ...

A fairy prince who can’t figure out the copier. A human stuck training him. When my boss said she was hiring a temp to help out at the office, I thought: great. Maybe someone competent enough to keep me from drowning in emails for a week. Instead, I got him. Ryn is… impossible. Gorgeous, overdressed, and somehow both charming and completely useless. He can’t work the copier. He thinks a spreadsheet is a kind of spell. And he keeps calling me “darling” like we’re in a 19th-century romance novel. Oh—and he’s apparently a fairy prince in exile, “hiding” in the mortal world ...

A wedding bouquet. A royal mix-up. A very confusing marriage. All I was supposed to do was drop off the flowers. I work for my aunt’s florist shop, I had the address, and yeah—the manor looked a little weird, but I figured rich people were just into moss and weird lighting. Next thing I know, I’ve been dragged inside, handed a crown, and kissed by a very intense, very attractive man who introduces himself as Crown Prince Sylvaris of the Summer Court… and my soon-to-be husband. Apparently, I just delivered myself to the wrong dimension. According to Sylvaris—who’s gorgeous, ...

There is a clause in the HOA bylaws for everything: trash can placement, fence height, and acceptable shades of beige. There is not a clause for a neighbor who is literally the King of the Wild Hunt. My new neighbor, Lord Oberon, is a menace. His "lawn" is a sentient briar patch that whinges when trimmed. His "garden gnomes" are actual goblins that bite the mailman. And he refuses to acknowledge the three hundred dollars in fines I’ve taped to his gate. I treat our interactions as a war for the soul of the neighborhood. Oberon, apparently, treats them as foreplay. To him, my aggressive ...

When a six-foot-something fae warrior stomps into my coffee shop demanding “gainful human employment,” I think it’s a joke. But apparently he’s been banished from his realm, stripped of magic, and this is the only place desperate enough to hire him. The problem? He thinks customer service means challenging rude patrons to duels. He tries to froth milk with a battle cry. He insists loyalty cards are a form of fealty contract. And every time I tell him to smile at the customers, he flashes the kind of grin that makes knees buckle and cappuccinos spill. Now I’m stuck training him—...