The babies were born when the clock struck twelve.
A bat fell out of the air in the middle of the flight.
A silver salmon floated dead on the surface of the river.
The snails withered in their shells, the moths turned to dust in the night breeze and an owl ate their young.
The spell had been cast.
Poppy Hooper has managed to trick her father into believing that there is nothing mysterious or unnatural about her.
She ignores the cats that find her wherever she goes, the spiders that weave beautiful lace patterns for her, including her eyes - one blue, one green with an extra black dot orbiting her pupil.
Ember Hawkweed is a lamentable excuse for a witch.
When the other girls in her coven make vile potions, Ember makes soap and perfume.
Fair and square, Ember's more of a wanker than a witch.
When the two girls meet, Poppy discovers their powers and discovers the truth.
Tied by their unlikely friendship and the boy they both love, the girls try to find their place in the world.
But the time of prophecy is coming - and witches will not renounce the throne without a fight.