Weyward

by Emilia Hart

A great many things look different from a distance. Truth is like ugliness: you need to be close to see it.

I felt his eyes on me when he took the oath, the hatred in his gaze like a brand on my skin.

“Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us.”