The Raven Spell (Conspiracy of Magic, #1)

by Luanne G. Smith

No, what made them contrary was their apathy toward other people’s opinions about them.

Memories were made up of intricate interwoven strands. Each attached to another in delicate spiderweb threads that created emotional patterns, each one affecting and tugging on the next.

Edwina sipped, knowing there was no remedy like hot tea to be found in any tincture bottle or spell book. It worked for fatigue, body ache, headache, and, she supposed, mild heartache as well.

The mystery of human death was too grand to be regarded as anything less than sacred by those facing their own mortality.

Edwina Blackwood wasn’t the sort of woman you dangled innocuous flattery in front of. He imagined her being more like a placid dark lake that one had to give their soul over to for the privilege of knowing how deep her waters ran.