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410 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 15, 2025
"She drifted through life, wanting and reaching but never having, always feeling just a little lost and just a little empty and just a little lonely."Terlu Perna became a librarian because she loved both books and people, only when she obtained her job at the Great Library of Alyssium, she quickly learned that the job focused solely on people.
Terlu created a magical being - a sentient spiderplant named Caz - and was instantly sentenced by the empire to become a statue, so that all librarians would know her example and see her shame. And so life went on without her. Day after day, year after year.
"An empire, unchecked, was a selfish beast of insatiable hunger."
Simply stunning. Magically mesmerizing. LET ME LIVE IN THIS WORLD.
"Wait, you want me to try again? After this?"
"I still trust you."
Terlu Perna once worked as a junior librarian in the great Library of Alyssium. But when, in her loneliness, she broke the law and used magic to create a sentient spider plant for company, she was given a harsh punishment. Turned into a wooden statue, she has been tucked in a corner alcove of the library in her statue form since she doesn’t remember when.
Then one day, Terlu suddenly wakes up, and finds herself not in the library but on a deserted island full of magical greenhouses. The only human on the island is an introverted gardener named Yarrow who isn't much of a talker but offers Terlu food and shelter until she is ready to sail back home. But Terlu cannot return, not when so many of the greenhouses seem to be failing and Yarrow has no one to help him. Though petrified of being caught, Terlu decides to break the law once more, and to use magic to fix the spell that will save the greenhouses. So what if she’s only a librarian and not a sorcerer?
The story comes to us in Terlu’s third-person POV.
“‘But I've been studying this spell. I understand what the words are doing.’ It was all about the language — the syllables conveyed the intent, and the sentences executed the command. That’s what magic was: words that brought thought to life. And Terlu was very, very good with words.”
“She dithered so long about whether to stay or move that Yarrow woke up.
‘Um, hi?’ he said.
‘Hi.’
‘You're in my bed.’
‘Yes, I am.’ She winced at herself. ‘I got up in the middle of the night and... uh, missed my bed.’
‘Ahh,’ he said.
He didn't move his arm from around her.
Terlu searched for what to say. ‘Did you sleep well?’
‘Yes, very well,’ he said gravely. ‘You?’
‘Very well.’ Her voice squeaked a bit.”
“‘Then so be it. We let the enchanted greenhouse die, and we build our own, saving as many plants as we can. I'm not going to risk you for the dream of a dead sorcerer.’
‘But you love the greenhouse.’
‘I love you more,’ he said.
‘Oh.’ Her voice was a squeak.”