The Spellshop

But I do know books—and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was a magic in and of itself.

It was foolish to think she could build a life here just from what they found and what they brought. Besides, the fantasy of living here unnoticed had already been broken when their neighbor had discovered her sleeping.

No, there was no denying it.

She was going to have to talk to people

She found sprigs of lavender in the front herb bed, wrapped their stems with a ribbon, and hung them above the privy washbasin.