The Raven Spell (Conspiracy of Magic, #1)

by Luanne G. Smith

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.

If a mortal has the power to move a human’s emotions with mere words, that’s an alchemy all its own.

Death was the ultimate fascination. The finality of a person’s life confounded the ego.

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

Love was a potion as potent as hemlock or wolfsbane in the right proportion.

Rationally, the encounter was more inclined to be a matter of chemistry, the humors of one body attracted to another through some invisible mist breathed between them. A sort of temporary madness manifesting from nearness.

“What does one ever need books for? To read what is not already in the head.