THIRTEEN
Sage had walled herself in with books. Between Devon’s library and the books she’d borrowed from Quarn, there was plenty of reading material. Not the kind of research she was used to, but the subject matter more than made up for how slowly she absorbed it.
“Someone made that necklace.” Grey tossed her a book that appeared to be a registry of magical artifacts. “Check this for a record of your necklace or something similar.” He picked up another book. “And I’ll see if there are any reports of rituals mentioning the you know what.”
She cracked open the book and began thumbing through pages. More notebook than encyclopedia, each page had elegant strokes of elaborate calligraphy and illustrations. Gorgeous as it was informative, Sage found herself in awe at the amount of work that
