Sorcery and Small Magics (The Wildersongs Trilogy, #1)

by Maiga Doocy

In Sybilla’s tower, my attention had wavered constantly. But now, with our clock winding down, I was uncommonly focused.

i rlly do see the adhd coming out here

As I wrote my first mending spell, I thought of how sometimes you wanted to make something right for a person without them asking, and what that meant.

To truly explain the spell we cast would be to explain both music and magic, and neither of those things can ever be fully understood.

Oh, how I loved him. So much so that it was like a living thing, growing through every crack in me. Too hardy to kill.

Those were the last words I spoke for quite some time.

and the best doctor in town was called in to see to me (“He’s the only doctor in town, but I guess he did his best.”),

I’m told that Grimm didn’t leave my side. (“We were staying in that same loft above the bar, Loveage. My bed was right next to yours. Where was I supposed to sleep?”)

Have you ever had your insides scraped out, mashed with a fork, and then put back in place? That’s certainly what it felt like had happened when I woke up. From my pinkie toes to the hair follicles on my head, everything hurt. “Dear me, no thank you,” I muttered, and forced myself back asleep.

“There’s no need,” Grimm said. “The curse is gone.” “What do you mean?” I asked, certain I had misheard. “I removed it while you were asleep. I thought you wouldn’t want to wait. Was I wrong to do so?” “No, I just thought—”

YUPPPPPPPPPPPPP

“The curse is well and truly gone,” Grimm said firmly.

baby girl is in LOVEEEEEEEE

None of our doings in the forest were to be spoken of, and that included Sybilla.

yeah that SUCKS

“We’re free of each other now. You said so yourself. Why would you want to change that?”

GIRLLLL