“‘Ye Olde Tome o’ Seks Magyck?’” Hunter asked. Tristan nodded gravely. “Passed from generation to generation.” Hunter flipped through it. “All the pages just say ‘seks’ repeatedly.” “How do you think there were more generations to pass it to?” “You made this at two in the morning last night, didn’t you?” “Please. Eight in the evening. I’m not losing beauty sleep over this place. The incantation is bookmarked in the middle.”
