Now the not-claw was in her hand, solid and sharp-edged. Its appearance did not excite her, though, for she had spent the last three days Willing it hither and fro. She needed a different target, something interesting and new… An image of a small, leather bound book popped into her head then, almost of its own accord. She hissed, instantly pleased with the idea. Translocating a book out from under Liselle’s nose would not only make good practice, it might also prompt the sorceress into giving her a real book of her own. After all, she had satisfied the requisite for reading magic today. Why should she have to wait to reap her reward? Grinning now, she called that pitch-black cave back into being and then reached into it as if it were a honey pot. An instant after she brushed against the

