Clover Sinclair

“The scent of ink and freshly printed paper swirled invitingly in the air as I followed my parents into the bookshop.”
― Julie Abe, Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch

“Because hope was a cruel sorcery of its own; the power of hope was always tainted with the sharp sorrow of unfulfillment.”
― Julie Abe, Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch

“Sometimes all you need is a pinch of magic....”
― Julie Abe, Eva Evergreen, Semi-Magical Witch

“rice cooker looked neat, too—when Cecilia wasn’t drawing up orders for her custom bullet journals, she loved cooking, so she’d probably want to try it. Maybe she could borrow Ojiichan’s phone and call her sisters to meet up— “Tessa-chan, over here!” Ojiichan hollered from the corner. “But, look!” Tessa gestured at the next shop. The sparkling clear displays of the arcade games reeled her in, teeming with a special kind of magic. The machines were stuffed with all sorts of plushies and even themed chocolate and snacks from her favorite animes. Ojiichan smiled. “We’re going to be late. I still have to fill out the paperwork for you two.” “Why do I need to register for an antique store?” Tessa asked. Couldn’t they spend time looking around Tokyo instead of just staying in a musty old shop? Jin’s jaw dropped, his eyes already glued to something. “Wait, we’re going here?” Tessa followed his gaze to the building Ojiichan was standing in front of. Exercise Land? That sounded like the polar opposite of cool. Slowly, she read the big poster board set in front: Starting at noon! Move to the beat, and join us for our most popular senior aerobics”
― Julie Abe, Tessa Miyata Is No Hero