![]() ![]() ![]() Why not start by trying the spells she'd been forbidden to use? For Valentine's Day, she could hunt recipes for love potions. Instead of letting the freedom intimidate her, she ought to find some positive use for it. Orphaned twice and still unmarried at nearly thirty, she was free to do anything she liked now. And now she was without either again.īoth her adopted parents had died in the ague epidemic last month. She'd often internally rebelled against their narrow strictures, but they'd offered her a home when she'd had none, and over the years, they'd made a family together. She longed for just a whiff of the vicar's pipe smoke or the scent of cinnamon drifting in from her foster mother's apple tart. The page fell open on A Spelle for Trubble. Mora Abbott shoved a lock of crinkly auburn hair beneath the plain rim of her cap and fought off tears by defiantly opening her beloved book, looking for guidance. ![]()
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