Chapter 8
Oisin poured the latest batch of potion into a jar and put the stopper in place. He paused and found himself yawning. It was late, though even with the sun coming up now and then there was still no real way to tell time in Bel’s domain. But it felt late and he felt tired. Perhaps he should sleep. His latest project was finished, so he would have to begin something new if he wanted to work more.
Idly he paged through the well-worn spell book and considered. Perhaps he could pick out his next spell to test and alter. He was making larger changes now, daring to create new spells from the ones he already had simply to see if he could. It was endlessly fascinating, endlessly exciting work, and his personal spell book was already nearly a third full of completed and perfected spells.
