Was it truly possible? To practice Alchemy with nothing but our blood? No more bags and pouches, no more relying on what herbs were in my pocket or if I would have enough time to arm myself before it was too late. No more sickly taste of dried leaves on my tongue or fear of running out of charms. No more tricks. No more weaker magic. What was wrong with that? Theodore was right—as long as one didn’t go too far, as long as they didn’t mess with the balance of nature, this was no different than what Rissa did when she shifted, or Lark when she wielded her shadows.
