The Spellshop
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- Valeria Cristanchohas quoted7 months ago
But I do know books—and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was a magic in and of itself. - _Umaroth_has quoted2 months ago
Each of the bears had eyes that glowed like embers of a fire, flickering with an intensity that was both wild and beautiful - _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoForest spirits,” she breathed
- _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoAs soon as she saw one, she spotted another and another, cloud-smoke-wispy creatures that looked like bears of various sizes.
Beneath the pumpkin leaves: a tiny one like a puff of clouds.
Within the raspberry brambles: a tall and broad bear, made of smoke - _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoOpening the notebook, she stroked the smooth, crisp, blank page. There was something so very beautiful about a notebook without a single note in it. It felt like touching pure potential
- _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoI don’t want to watch my herd, my home, my island slowly die.”
Neither do I. Kiela laid her hand on top of Larran’s as he steadied the next nail. “Just don’t leave without talking to me first, okay? Will you promise me that much?” She’d find the words to explain by then. He looked at her hand, touching hisShe didn’t know how to warn him without risking revealing the secret of the spellbooks. In addition to that, she didn’t want to say the words that would make all of what happened real. She didn’t want to explain that she and Caz had fled—that they were fugitives. And thieves.
Justo eso que pensó le puede decir, puede evitar los libros obvio no tiene que decirle esa parte solo que todo se quemó y no alcanzo a agarrar muchas cosas - _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoGolden, the sun oozed like molten jam into the sea.
And then, with Caz by her side, she headed home, carrying sugar, wax, and hope - _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoIt tastes like a memory.”
- _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoHer father had once told her he hoped she found someone who made her smile. Just that. No fireworks like in tales and ballads. He didn’t wish her the shiver of romance or the endless ache of desire. “You should marry your best friend,” he told her. All those grand emotions, he said … they’re fun, but eventually they fade. They always fade. What was better, he’d said, was companionship
- _Umaroth_has quoted2 months agoWith Caz reading the recipe, she lit the stove and set the berries to boiling. She’d have to stir continuously until they thickened. She found a wooden spoon in her parents’ drawers. My drawers now. My home. She wasn’t sure it felt like hers, though
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