Dorcas and Mars, two birds of a feather; only, Mars just loves to be around the other girl, and come summer vacations from stoney castle walls, is near always coming round for a visit by the homey witch-hold house of the Meadowsâ. Homey, cozy, lovely witches all, but Dorcas, ah - she was her favourite by far, but itâs got her all IN A TWIST, hasnât it? When Dorcas is one of her closest friends, her merry band, and yet her feelings... are a bit particular, arenât they? Closed eyes and tired bruises home beneath, theyâve spent the night up from sleepover madness, all night spent pouring over new books, and summer adventures, and yet a glance betrays her, or so her paranoia creeks within her bones. âI vote for ice cream and afternoon naps. What say you?â