Only footprints remained in the frozen mud, great padded paws and the haunting imprint of one, tiny, perfect human foot.
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Grammaries, or grimoires, were the collected thoughts and writings of magicians upon a particular subject, similar to a lady’s commonplace book. Every magician was expected to keep several volumes of his grammaries throughout his career, but more often than not, these books contained rambling rants about the particulars of So-and-So’s disgraceful fashion or the perceived insults paid to the author by other magicians.
“First trespass, now invisibility,” Raphael muttered. “What’s next? Murder? Or some other capital offense?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Eva said. “Invisibility isn’t a capital offense. Besides, it isn’t taught in school.”
I know what they’ll say. They’ll say I did it. That we stood on the cliff together, pinkies twined, toes lined along the edge, before I looked into her eyes and shoved her over. A body was never found, after all. I could have done it. I could have killed her. But I didn’t. I did something much worse. I stole her life instead.
There are only two truths in this world, Beauty’s father said. What you know and what you do not know. These were the things Beauty knew: The power of brush against silk. A secret language. Exile. But what Beauty did not know was this: Why.
Of course, the contributions of young ladies of Ability to the wit and character of the British Imperium cannot be overstated. Society’s brightest stars were often products of the nation’s best charm schools, where they would have received a vigorous and rigorous course in French, Latin, and Husband Husbandry in addition to a thorough education in the Cosmetic, Domestic, and Aesthetic magicks.
Happy new year! And guess what year it is? MY PUBLICATION YEAR! As such, there are some changes happening around the blog.