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

by Maiga Doocy

I’m not sure why I thought reaching the road was so important (by this point it was clear I would not be traveling anywhere alone). I suppose it came from a need to prove to myself that my world had not really shrunk so alarmingly. That I was the same person I had been yesterday, capable of the same things.

“If you can make rooms built of memories, surely you could open them all with the same door. I don’t understand why you would bother with all these stairs.” “You have no sense of romance, do you?” Sybilla replied, somewhat sadly. “There’s no point in building a giant, mysterious tower in the middle of the woods if you’re going to ruin it by being sensible about interior design features. Of course I could have just one door, but that’s not what I want. I want hundreds.”

mood

“Please behave,” he said sternly, which did nothing to help matters and, in fact, illuminated rather more of my own inner psyche than I was comfortable being aware of.

mood….again

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.