The Spellshop

But I do know books—and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was a magic in and of itself.

Books should be shared with everyone who wants to open their minds and hearts to them.

As they poured themselves a final round of tea, Eadie said, “If this is going to be a regular meeting, we should have a name. I vote we call ourselves the Pine Cone Coven.”

“He must use it to hack through the overgrowth,” Kiela said.

Caz shuddered. “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

with love and raspberry jam