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.

In the front of the cottage, Fiction. That’ll be all the flowers.”

“What about the berries?”

“Journals of Scientific Papers,”

It was the longest, most passionate speech she’d ever heard the spider plant make.

In her soothing librarian voice, Kiela said, “All right. From here on, the word ‘weed’ is banned in this garden.”

He lowered his leaves, pleased