Arna only shrugged at this. “What need have I for magic when I can have the smell of trees after rainfall, the melody of water tumbling over moss and stone, the warmth of summer’s day, and the quickening chill of an autumn twilight upon my skin.”
“Good Lord,” Wendell said.
no because the humor at the end of this book is so funny
— Jan 01, 2026 04:12PM
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