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

by Maiga Doocy

“What is magic if not a performance?”

Where before there had been a sea of golden flowers, now there was only silver everywhere I looked.

“I hope someday to meet a version of Leovander Loveage who doesn’t believe everyone else’s well-being is dependent on what he denies himself.

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. All I know is that there are some moments when the two are allowed to overlap, and that’s what happened for Grimm and me on that hill. I laid a tune before him and he followed. I scrived and he cast, but it happened all at once. Perfect harmony with only a monster there to witness it. Our captive audience.

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.

“You have a rebel heart, Leovander Loveage. You will never be anyone but yourself.”