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As a sixteen year old voodoo queen in the making, Joan Renault just wants to be like all the other girls in the small town of Monte Parish, Louisiana—obsessed with boys and swamped with social lives. If the other kids would quit calling her “hoodoo hag,” she might have a small shot at normality. It would also help if Joan’s weekend outings with her secret crush, Dave, weren’t always being interrupted by her dead Grandmere, the legendary Marie Laveau. After all, it’s hard to make out with your best friend when your grandmother is watching! But when you come from a long line of voodoo priestesses with dried gator heads decorating the wall of their huts, normal doesn’t come easily.
When Joan witnesses the brutal sacrifice of a child to a tree Druid, she learns her Grandmere’s scandalous past has come back to haunt those living in the present. Hera, a vengeful voodoo priestess is determined to use the residual energy of Pandora’s Box to revive a sleeping voodoo god and declare war on the descendants of Marie Laveau, especially Joan. Suddenly, Greek myths are being re-enacted all over town, and Joan has her hands full trying to sort it all out. With the approach of Samedi’s Day—the voodoo day of resurrection—Joan must learn to accept her destiny in order to stop the approaching threat to her family and friends.
Bayou Scar
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Being a teenage voodoo queen is never easy, especially when
your heart is broken, a bossy arch nemesis lives in your house, and your
freakiness is suddenly the coolest thing in your high school. Though she’s tried to clean up the tainted
artifacts left over from the Fates Potion, Joan Renault’s mind has been on
other things—namely the voodoo priestess trapped on the astral plain who is
plotting revenge against her.
The moment Joan holds the Golden Apple of Journalism in her
hand, its deadly power silently infiltrates her life.
But this apple is more than just a token of high school
pageantry.
It's toxic. Poisonous.
And it just might kill all the people Joan loves.