Leavitt, Martine books

Keturah and Lord Death

Now they were stitching, and their faces were filled with worry. Grandmother was sleeping still.“I have been to see Soor Lily,” I said quietly, and I began steeping foxglove tea.“The charm is not working, is it?” Gretta said flatly.“She says it is because I am in love already.”“It must be Ben.”“I...