A Grimoire Grump (HOMESTEADER HEARTH WITCH #4) by Kat Healy EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Kat Healy
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It’s a heart. A demon heart.
As I crouched on the floor, staring through the hole and into the
crawlspace below, I could envision the emerald gem—not a gem at all,
apparently—pulsing in a rhythm that was reserved only for the living.
Though the spell book was covered in a veritable mountain of ashes from
my hearth and enough rosemary sprigs to populate an entire field and thus
completely hidden from view, I still saw the pulsing green light in my
mind’s eye.
How? I finally dared myself to ask. How had one of the most powerful
covens on the East Coast get duped long enough for a rival to curse their
grimoire with a Big Nasty half-heart?
I rocked back on my heels, mind reeling.
“Misty,” Sawyer said, his voice sounding faraway even though he was
poised on the hallway rug, trembling. “Misty, put it away.”
Though I barely registered his words, my body obeyed, shuttling the
floorboards into place and concealing the hole. The braided rug was pulled
over the spot next, the tabby tomcat leaping to the side so he wouldn’t be
sitting directly over the spell book.
“I’d set the kettle on if I had thumbs,” Ame announced in a rare show of
generosity. She was still here, not disappearing like she normally did after
dropping a bomb of information.
But I bypassed the kitchen and went straight for the hearth, sitting crosslegged in front of the warm flames. They flickered green when I stuck my
hand in—just in case—registering my health and giving me a passing
grade.
How? I repeated numbly. At the manor, the grimoire had stayed locked
in a special warded room that resembled a narrow broom closet, the inside
walls painted black and inked with silver runes and spells. And guarded by
that glamoured not-dog so none other than a robed elder of our coven could
remove the book from its pedestal.
The spell book was removed for its daily feedings, I’d come to discover,
but before that, it was freed from its closeted purgatory when the coven had
to perform serious magic. The everyday spell a witch could complete on her
own, and more advanced spells could be performed with a minimum of
three witches, initiated or not. Rare was it that a spell required the power of
nine, and rarer still that they needed a specific arcane piece of magic from
the grimoire.
Then again, I didn’t know much about the family business, how we
could afford such a massive estate that supported over twenty family
members and all of their needs. The naïve me from two months ago had just
accepted “that was the way things were,” never questioning the logistics,
not until I’d had to fend for myself and all that entailed.
It was entirely possible, even probable, that the grimoire was removed
far more frequently than us uninitiated witches knew.
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