Spells, protection p. 1060
I flipped my massive grimoire open, choking on the plume of dust that rose from the pages. After the cloud cleared some, I blinked at the page, and the next, and the next. "There's like twenty spells here, all with teeny-tiny writing."
Studmuffin, lying in a crustacean shape on my lap, was noisily cleaning his ear. "Pick the most powerful."
"Right, but how do I know that just by reading them? They should have a ranking of stars next to them from one to five, like one star for difficulty and five stars for power, you know?"
"I get it." He brushed his ear with his paw so hard it turned inside out. He didn't even notice.
Chuckling, I corrected his ear for him. "You don't have a care in the world right now, do you?"
"I care about my flavor," he said bet
