But now she placed the horn on a flattened patch of grass like it were a fragile masterpiece. Sighing, she set out some other items to be charged alongside the horn. A jar of water, her favorite cooking tools, a few pieces of jewelry with stones she was particularly drawn to. She’d even gathered some of Rhaego’s things so they’d be charged with energy as well.
Her “magic” is my least favorite part of this book. It reminds me of anti-vaxxers and quacks who claim they can cure actual diseases with supplements. I cannot stop cringing
