Agent of Enchantment (Dark Fae FBI, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

“Lucky stars,” he said. “The queen and the bear. My mum used to call the big dipper ‘the big bear.’ She said that’s how it translates from Hebrew.” “Yeah. Ursa Major. Ursa is Latin for ‘bear.’” He was still staring at his beer, deep in thought. “The queen could be the constellation Cassiopeia, a queen from Greek myths. Ursa Major and Cassiopeia. The constellations appear to move, in circles. Ancient sailors navigated that way.” “It would fit the dramatic flair of the poem.” He met my gaze again. “But what does ‘the evil one’ reference?” “Well…” Considering evil tended to follow me like a shadow, the concept was something I’d spent a lot of time reading about. “In Arabic mythology, the North Star is an evil star. He is the ‘constant star,’ forever frozen in time as punishment for a murder.” He blinked at me. “How do you know that?” “You’re not the only one with a college education.” He pulled out his phone and swiped the screen. I scooted my chair to his side, looking over his shoulder. He was skimming Wikipedia articles, leaping from one to the next. “There.” His features brightened. “Cassiopeia and Ursa Major rotate around the north star, about one rotation anticlockwise every twenty-four hours.” “The queen spins thrice with the bear,” I said slowly, and our eyes met. “We have three days.” “Less. We got the note this morning. We already wasted half a day.”

Intelligent and thoughtful. My daughter is obsessed with the constellations so I highlighted thia tonahow her.