Chapter 20Afternoon poured out like spilled tea across tall grass and solid ground, autumnal and brown and gold. Theo, a decent magician but not an earth-specialist, felt the world under his boots, the threads of connection in the air and at his fingertips; he guessed Henry, months ago, would’ve known the exact location of every buzzing bee and colorful wildflower and spring of bubbling water. The sky was dimming, above them.
Nearly time. An eclipse. The place of root and love, on a day with no sun.
They’d brought all their supplies, and also some brandy and some ginger biscuits, because Henry had worried about backlash and Theo needing energy and sugar. Theo hadn’t protested very hard. He liked ginger biscuits, and he thought they might well both need the replenishment.
Standing with H
