Sorcerers and Saints: A tale of magic, miracles and madness by Amy Kuivalainen

Author:Amy Kuivalainen [Kuivalainen, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-07T18:30:00+00:00

The Third Cup

Love and Regret will ravage all they touch without exception, and a broken heart seldom mends well.

Fourteen

"You cannot force a miracle. A petitioner's heart, a willing spirit, and a clear mind are needed for a miracle to want to give its blessing. Miracles are not wishes. Saints are not djinn. You will give the miracle that is needed but not always wanted." — Sayings of the Blessed Crow.

Mara didn't see Augustus for the next three days. A part of her was worried that he'd somehow managed to learn of the wish on her leaf and was embarrassed by it and wanted to give her space. She was surprised by the wish herself, even though her neck tingled if he got too close to her, her mouth following if he touched her.

Wanting to kiss him when she had been drinking was one thing. Wanting to do it sober was something else entirely.

They are just leaves. What do they know?

It didn't stop her from looking outside of her windows at least three times a day, subconsciously searching for the tall sorcerer with his long overcoat, his collar turned up against the chilly fall wind.

Mara spent the rest of her time dispensing tea and miracles and reading the books she had found.

She tried not to think about the poor ghost girl and the twinge of misplaced guilt that she could be helping more people by going to them instead of expecting them to find her.

Maybe she could help Augustus with more of Melbourne's problems? That is if they both survived closing the hole in its magic.

The story about the freak storm had been troubling her. Could trying to interfere with the magic only make it worse?

These are sorcerer thoughts and problems. You are a saint. Such things are not your concern, Mara tried to tell herself, summoning Sophia's stern voice. But even her mother's lecturing no longer sounded so sure.

The real problem was that her growing friendship with Augustus made it her problem.

That evening, Mara went to turn the closed sign, and she spotted Augustus standing under the florist's awning opposite her. His face was in shadows, but his eyes were gleaming with intensity and magic and indecision.

How did no one else feel the power radiating from him? Normal people barely noticed he was there.

Mara was incapable of looking away as she opened the door and leaned against the frame. She couldn't force him to come in and share his grief. It was wrapped around him like a cloud, choking him slowly.

Mara folded her arms and refused to drop his gaze. I see you, sorcerer. Are you standing there because you are afraid of little old me?

Augustus's brow rose at the challenge in her stance. Of course, I am, saint. You aren't the one spilling your guts to a stranger.

Mara rolled her eyes. So much for the terrifying Judge of Albert Street!

That got his attention. Augustus stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked through the misting almost rain to join her.

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