Spells, Strings, and Forgotten Things

by Breanne Randall

For Petridi magic was cursed to be only as strong as the memory they sacrificed to fuel it. It was a curse they knew little else about.

“They’re barbed, those memories of the past, you know.” She tsked. “If you try to take them out, they tear you to ribbons. Better to leave them in. Come to terms with them. Find out how they shape you and learn to live with it.”