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

by Maiga Doocy

Grimm looked tired. Grimm was always easiest to annoy when he was tired, and I have always been unable to resist low-hanging fruit.

There is a particular thrill to exploring someone else’s home for the first time. It’s like peeling a curtain back from all your notions about who that person is, and instead seeing them as both who they are and who they want to

“I know you two have history,” Agnes said haltingly. “Ugh, can you not say it like that?” “Fine. I know you have a strange obsession with Grimm, is that better?” “It is not,” I said tartly, “but go on.”

You’d wither like a plant during drought without a steady stream of attention.”