she said. “Ze pages were becoming damp.”“Before you get involved in your book, mind if I ask you a question?” Riga said. Brigitte had spent hundreds of years with alchemists and magicians – she’d marinated in magical knowledge.Brigitte regarded her curiously, which Riga took for assent. “I know...
she muttered, and dialed Donovan. The call went to voice mail. He was probably on the plane, she thought. But her skin prickled with uneasiness.She started a fire and pulled some alchemy books from the dusty boxes Brigitte had brought there, and opened a text by Khunrath.These are not fables. ...