BOOK FOUR: CORVETTES, AMULETS, AND SUSPECTS
Swooping low toward the sidewalk, I said my levitation spell into the wind. "Light, lighter, lightest. My arms are now featherweight. High, higher, highest. My body and spirit shall now levitate."
A pocket of air an inch above the sidewalk caught me and my broom. I had about twenty-four times that inch before the bookmobile crashed into the store, but that number was lessening.
I jumped upright, putting myself between the bookmobile and the corner store, and swung my broom around in front of me. With the end of the handle locked to the ground and the bristly part in my face, I used my broom like a wedge. The bumper of the slowly crawling bookmobile kissed my broom and gently shoved me backward. My steel-toed boots skated along the pavement as I held my broom firm. The bottom end of it gradually bent underneath the bookmobile's bumper. But because it was the best broom ever, it didn't snap in half!