Every choice she had made since she’d cast the resurrection spell had been about bringing magic back into her life. She had looked for magic for fifteen years, had blamed every bad thing that had happened to her on the loss of magic, and now here she stood, having found the thing she’d fought so long and hard for, and she was trading it away. Or was she? Magic for family. Magic for home. Wasn’t she really just trading one kind of magic for another?
