After all the negotiations, the process by which they introduced me to the family was rather anticlimactic. I simply had to prick my finger for blood and write my name in the book.
'Amy Morad', I wrote with the quill. Blood, I must tell you, makes bad ink.
It then got absorbed into the page, just for me to appear on the family tree, below a blank space where my father's name had been.
"I'll arrange for all the formalities now," my uncle said. Now that my name was written, it felt like it was official; he was my uncle. "Make sure all the paperwork gets filed, change your name in the Academy, and send an ad to the newspapers."
"I guess I should tell Martinus about this," I said, "so he learns it from me."
"Excellent idea," my uncle said. "After you do so, I'll talk to the Novaks. There
