Imagine a world where jumping into wells and through pictures as portals, befriending a Batrat, riding on a magic cloud, battling Treetop Trolls and Frogfangs, hearing witches chanting that they want the head with the embedded emerald aren't the most exciting things happening. Worse, imagine being scared out of your wits, not knowing if the person standing next to you is a friend or an evil witch. Ever since Jamaica had come home for the summer from...