Secrets and Spellcraft (Art of the Adept, #2)

by Michael G. Manning

modestly sized tent, something he had frequently dealt with in the army. Beside it was a large coil of rope. He stored them both away and surveyed the empty room, feeling somewhat letdown. While he wouldn’t have to worry about starving for a very long time, and all of the items were useful, there hadn’t been any magical artifacts or money. He found a neatly folded item of clothing on the floor underneath where the tent had lain. It was dark in color, though since he had adjusted his vision for starlight he couldn’t be entirely sure what color it might be in the light of day. Unfolding it, he saw that it was an

which stood a complementary building named the Primrose House. The two buildings served

own window. Will

Will at the entrance. “You’re not supposed to come back so late,” whined his roommate. “They lock the doors for a reason.” “So I’ve discovered,” said Will dryly. Then

“Martin, Todd. Force Spells for the Refined Mind.”

“No. She couldn’t spell her way out of a bad date. Not that she would need to. I’m honestly surprised she could string enough words together to write a sentence,