Everyone knowing about the Hoeraija is your fault.
Kael raised her eyebrows at this scholar, this Dennor. (Hightower. Had his family been potion-masters? That was something for another time.)
“I beg your pardon?” she demanded archly.
He flapped his hand, amused. “That’s ‘your’ fault.” He dropped quote marks in the air. “Your namesake. Because she settled among the Hoija, because she built her tower there – here, because she, foremost among the old wizards -”
“Wizards?” Her potion provided a meaning, but it wasn’t one that made any sense to her. Continue reading