Chapter Thirty-Three
Kim wasn’t aware of the exact moment things changed. She thought they had probably been changing gradually over several years, tiny differences building up slowly like the thick callus her bronze anklet had left her skin. She didn’t know whether magic could atrophy, but if it could, hers was positively bedridden. It had burned hot inside her, at first, but the binding in the anklet suffocated it until it was only an ember, and all she had left were her books.
She didn’t try the same scrying spell again. That had shaken her too badly, and besides, whatever had had happened, it hadn’t been success. Doing the same thing again and expecting a different result would have been a waste of time.
There were other spells in the Votadini’s library. Some weren’t exactly feasibl
