A Sorceress Comes to Call

by T. Kingfisher

“If it turns out that the secret was hidden in A Brief Treatise on the History of Potatoes, I shall be very cross,”

“Well,” she said, “I don’t know very much about magic, but I do know that cutting their heads off kills just about anything.”

“Things don’t just walk around without heads!” “Chickens, sometimes,” offered Willard. “That was not helpful, Tom.” “No, but I’ve already poured tea, so I’m afraid I’ve run out of helpful things to do at the moment.”

I’d rather no one got stabbed or trampled. I have decided that the fashion this season is for being flung off balconies, thank you very much.

“Madam.” He frowned at her. “I am a butler. Do you truly believe that I do not know how to dispatch a houseguest if required?”