Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

“If you are not the most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld.” Agatha looked at Eleanor, certain he was speaking of her, but Tindle rushed forward and bowed low in front of Agatha. He was either a liar or a brown noser, for Agatha knew quite well after three hundred years that she was, in a word, plain.