Chapter 2North Wing, Lower Level, Apartment of the Royal Magician
The Royal Palace of Lothia, Logran
Midnight, August 20, a year after the interview
Varon had made the transformation curse the king had asked for in the same way he had made magic from the beginning with Corinna, by weaving. “Every time two threads cross, there’s a hope of magic,” she had told him. “Weaving is your magical metaphor, others gardening, fishing, and so on. You are a weaver.”
His teachers at Myr had agreed, even as they taught him other magic-making techniques, metaphors, and crafts. But now he was worried about what would happen if he finished and released it into the air, to be carried away by doves. And what would happen if he didn’t. He needed to talk to someone before he finishing the spell-making, and
