House of Frank by Kay Synclaire

Author:Kay Synclaire [Synclaire, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Adult, Mystery
ISBN: 9781959411666
Amazon: 1959411667
Goodreads: 206777216
Publisher: Bindery Books
Published: 2024-10-14T22:00:00+00:00

What Frank said is true.

I go to Ignatius to confirm that he has, in fact, found the exact date of the fallen star. He rambles on about his research and how he deduced it, and he seems fairly confident. There will be a star falling from the sky in a little less than three weeks.

Ignatius stresses how important it is that I finish concocting the spells to help the house. And I realize that after just a moment of sitting in his stuffy room, I can’t bear to sit there any longer.

I seek a different place to write. I wander the halls. I sit on the stairs. I find a comfy seat in the library. I sit in my favorite place on the porch swing. No matter where I go, pen and paper in hand, I can’t think of any spells. I can’t write. I can’t focus.

Ultimately, I come back to my room to sit at my desk. I stare at the blank pages I promised I’d fill with spells.

I’ve never done this before. Whenever I needed an incantation, I’d come up with one in the moment, and it would work. I’ve never sat down and thought of an incantation for later. And what’s worse, without our star, there’s no way for me to actually test it out.

I never wanted to become this type of witch⁠—obsessed with knowledge and looking for answers.

Fi, do you remember when our father would come home from work, and he’d hole himself away in his study? He always fussed about learning more, doing more, creating more. Architectural enchantments take a lot of work, he’d tell us. Which proved a deterrent for me. I never wanted to spend my days cramming myself with knowledge just for the sake of a job.

It’s why I chose art. It’s why I wanted to surround myself with music and those who loved it as well. I didn’t need a lesson on how music made me feel. I could just feel it.

I suppose that’s how my incantations work. It’s what I need in the moment. There’s little thought behind the words I string together. It just comes to me. Perhaps that’s the difference between witches and non-witches. We don’t need to know how the magic works. Because we are the magic.

Besides, in three weeks, we’ll have the star to fuel the enchantments, so why does it matter if I write adequate spells or not?

I lean back in my chair and wonder if Ignatius is yet again giving me mindless tasks to keep me occupied. I mean, he deduced the date of the star without an ounce of my help.

Frank’s gratitude, though appreciated, feels misplaced. I don’t think I’ve done a single thing to help Ash Gardens. Not where it matters. And isn’t that the whole justification of my stay?

Your planting is inevitable, Fi. This I know. I just . . .

My throat aches when I think about it.

I need to make a stricter plan for myself. I need an end date for my time here at Ash Gardens.

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