You said my father could never have created a Noswraith, because a Noswraith can only be born from love. Bent, broken, battered, twisted into something dark and terrible. But love, nonetheless.” I lift my lashes. “We are not heartless. We spell-makers. Perhaps we are not even beyond redemption. So is it not possible for our creations to be redeemed as well?”
Hmm, some foreshadowing? One can only hope.
