“You get it from your grandmother, I imagine,” said Mousebones. “That’s a guess. Only a guess, but a raven’s guess is worth more than a magpie’s. Aurrk!” “Get what?” asked Gerta. “No magic,” said Mousebones. “When it’s that strong, being unmagical is a thing itself. Like being a white raven. White ravens aren’t really white, they’re just an absence of black. But they’re very good at it.”
