Chapter 15
The lights under the bridge burned brightly. Maggie glared up at the spheres, wishing they would produce some heat. Bertrand stood just under the overhang, watching the few people who ventured out into the rain. Nilla had tucked herself in the corner and spent the last hour twisting her hair into an elaborate crown of braids.
Maggie pulled the little notebook from her pocket. The blue cover had worn at the corners, but the ink stayed crisp.
He probably put a spell on it.
She glanced at Bertrand’s back before skimming the first page. Even though he had placed the notes in her care, it still seemed like an intrusion to be reading spells written out in his hand.
Iltsavor mortis ~ For the occupation of the dead.
Lissam ~ For the purification of light
“Are you finding my writi
