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Chapter 5: Connection

Corrie’s eyes widened. “A link to Mardalan? Do you mean that you could use it to find her?”

Chapter 4: Trance Repeated

Monday, November 24

Corrie was delighted at first to have another day of trance in magic class. It wasn’t that she thought she needed the practice—there was no way she could overdo trance like she had with elemental magic, and she was pretty much confident with any type of magic now. But she was glad that she was able to make up for the problems she’d had in Friday’s class, when she had been unable to achieve trance at all.

Chapter 3: Glow

When Dawn opened her eyes, she could see all the magic around her. For a moment she was overwhelmed by her two friends—Corrie just had so much magic, and Edie’s was so strange and sparkling. But her internal eyes quickly adjusted, and she could see the haze of magic all around her. And it really was all around; as Corrie had predicted, all the books seemed to have a little magic in them, more than other inanimate objects. Dawn wondered whether that was something inherent to all books, or whether they had picked it up from being on a magical campus and used by people who did magic.

Chapter 2: Problem Books

By the time Dawn’s shift ended, not only was she starving, but she had hardly found any of the books. She managed to check on the titles of the ones she did remember in the library computer system, and found that four of them had been checked out (including The Practical Use of Magic, which was under her name, of course) and three were on the shelves. When she located the ones on the shelves, she realized she had no idea how to check them. Two were history books and one was an upper-level philosophy text.

Chapter 1: The Library

Sunday, November 23

As it turned out, Dawn had to save most of her homework for later that evening—she’d almost forgotten her shift at the library. She spent a few minutes talking to Rico, then wrote a note for Naomi saying that they needed to talk, though it wasn’t urgent. Then she bundled up, because the cold weather was really arriving in earnest, and hurried off to the library.

Emi greeted her with a wide-eyed expression of shock. “Dawn! You’re a minute and a half late! I’m shocked and appalled, really I am.”

Prologue: Rest

She was asleep until she felt something cool against her lips. Instinct and vague memories made her open them. Water trickled into her mouth, cool and refreshing. She drank, and drank again, until she had the strength to open her eyes and look up at the bare branches of the trees.

Her servant was above her, black eyes as wide as they ever got, holding the cup to her mouth. She smiled at it and reached out her left hand. Immediately, the creature scurried to her hand and supported her as she pushed herself up to lean against the trunk of a great oak tree.

Book 9

The Ballad of Troy & Roe, Part 4

When the main course arrived, Roe finally had to admit to herself that this date was not going well. It wasn’t the food—she’d enjoyed her salad-with-beets more than she’d expected, and what she had now was a pasta dish with seafood and a white sauce, which was the kind of thing she often enjoyed. But they kept lapsing into awkward silences, and when they actually talked, it was almost as awkward.

The Ballad of Troy & Roe

Landing page for the ongoing bonus story "The Ballad of Troy & Roe."

The Ballad of Troy & Roe, Part 3

Roe began to worry, when she heard Troy rattling off the French words, only a few of which she could catch, that she was going to end up with something bizarre and disgusting, despite the fact that she was generally an omnivore and interested in new foods. She didn’t want to embarrass herself on a date, though. At least she didn’t hear “escargot” in the jumble of French.

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