The Glamourist (The Vine Witch, #2)

by Luanne G. Smith

“I think half the time you’ve got me under a spell,” he said and agreed to look at the treatise. “I believe they call it love.”

“Like the lacy hemlock, you’ve adapted well to your non-native soil, tending the vine and crushing the grape.” Then the madame’s eyes opened, flat and dark and staring straight at Elena. “But blood will tell, blood will remember, and your true calling will lead you home.”

“Certainly, appropriate words to describe a book of ciphers. But for what purpose? If it is a key, then what does it open? How does one find the matching lock? If it’s a map, where does it lead? And how does one get there?”

“The transformation, the struggle between light and dark, that is what propels life forward. That metamorphosis is one’s purpose for existing.”

“Was it prophesied somewhere that all must suffer the agony of uncertainty before finding their way to safe harbor?”