Curse of Magic (The Fairy Tale Enchantress, #2)

by K.M. Shea

“As a general rule I don’t like anybody,” Puss snidely replied.

Thank you, sour grapes, you are as charming as ever.

Ahhh, yes. There’s the idiot.

How dare she be a kind person, hm?

In other words, let me pawn my unnecessary belongings off on you, please.

she spent most of her riding hours actively reminding herself that she couldn’t murder them all

“Good day to you, Lord Enchanter Evariste!” Liliane cheerfully called. Evariste stood and edged his way back as far as the grayness would allow. “Bugger off.” She smiled serenely. “Now, that is hardly a cordial greeting.” “Hardly cordial? Obviously I wasn’t trying hard enough. Please allow me to rephrase that: I hope you choke in your sleep and die,” Evariste growled.

Given Elle’s history as an excessively talented intelligencer Ranger, it was safe to say she had “happened upon it” probably while rifling through several monarchs’ personal belongings.

What’s Evariste’s apprentice doing here?” “She was ordered to appear before us,” Primrose loudly said so the elderly enchanter could hear her. “For putting all of Ciane under a sleeping enchantment.” “What a terrible idea.” Lazare yawned and scratched his beard. “Would have been far easier to sink it underwater.” Tristisim shifted a disturbed gaze to Lazare, but Primrose merely patted the old man’s hands. “She’s here because she broke our core belief and involved herself with country politics.” Lazare squinted in the light. “I thought we called her here because she scares us with her sheer amount of power, and we have to keep her in line.”