“You’re just saying that because you want me to do your section of the beans.”īren grins, a crooked, secret smile. Bren is still a scrawny thing.Įadwulf rolls his eyes.
He has gotten stronger this summer, he knows. Really looking, eyes tracing over Wulf’s dirt stained knuckles, the muscles of his arms. “Yeah,” Bren says, and he’s looking at him. One day, his parents say that he will find joy in this work, but right now he really just thinks it’s awful. Eadwulf is covered in sweat and salt and smells like dirt and compost. The sun is a relentless hand pressing the back of his neck down, down, down to the ground. “You’re quite good at this,” Bren says, when they’re twelve. He doesn’t cry about it, but he wakes up sucking in air like he can’t breathe. It’s always looking at him, always watching. He doesn’t tell Bren or Astrid, but he dreams about the rabbit for weeks. Eadwulf scrapes dirt off his hands but can’t get his nails clean for days. They bury the rabbit, with Bren’s parent’s help, where they found it. He pours it over the rabbit's eyes so it will stop looking at him. It’s cold, and still damp from last nights rain. “Bury it?”Įadwulf already has dirt under his nails from helping Bren pull weeds they always have to do their chores before they’re allowed to do anything fun. Astrid stays standing, arms crossed.īren takes a quick breath. There’s blood on its lips.īren crouches down, grimacing. He knows it’s dead at first glance no rabbit has ever been that stiff, that still. It looks…not like he expected a dead thing to look. They stop-him and Astrid and Bren- pulling up short at the sight of it. It’s a rabbit, behind Bren’s parent’s shed. Of course, love bargains are a tricky thing, and these two have a long, perilous journey ahead of them-that is, if they don't kill each other first.Eadwulf is six when he finds his first dead thing. To save him, Wren proposes a bargain: if Tamsin will help her catch the dark witch responsible for creating the plague, then Wren will give Tamsin her love for her father. When a magical plague ravages the queendom, Wren's father falls victim. Sources are required to train with the Coven as soon as they discover their abilities, but Wren-the only caretaker to her ailing father-has spent her life hiding her secret. Wren is a source-a rare kind of person who is made of magic, despite being unable to use it herself. The only way she can get those feelings back-even for just a little while-is to steal love from others. But after committing the worst magical sin, she's exiled by the ruling Coven and cursed with the inability to love. Tamsin is the most powerful witch of her generation. In this charming debut fantasy perfect for fans of Sorcery of Thorns and Girls of Paper and Fire, a witch cursed to never love meets a girl hiding her own dangerous magic, and the two strike a dangerous bargain to save their queendom.
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