Waxheart (Witchfog Book 3) by Isobel Robertson

Author:Isobel Robertson [Robertson, Isobel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-12T22:00:00+00:00

Life Drawing

“It’s really quite easy,” Irene said, squinting at the ruins of the ballroom as she held her sketchbook up in front of her face. After a hurried breakfast in the kitchen, we had all gathered outside to see if Irene could do everything that she claimed.

It turned out that the glamorous painter possessed magical secrets of her own. Namely, if she could draw it, she could create it. Delilah had seemed one surprising witch too many, but learning Irene’s secret came as even more of a shock. I had not realised that anyone wielded such a power.

“I don’t think I’m a witch like you’ve described,” Irene explained. “I’ve just always had a… gift, as far as art is concerned. I use it as subtly as I can.”

As we huddled together on the icy ground, Irene began to sketch. I watched in fascination as she outlined the ballroom as it currently appeared, with its dark doors and misshapen roof. In a matter of minutes, her delicate lines produced a perfect rendering of the entire scene, including the blackened heap that had once been the dining room.

“Pretty, but not exactly the desired result,” Jules drawled. We all shot him glares of equal viciousness. Whatever history Jules and Irene might have, I wished he would not hold it against her. It was far too early in the morning for petty bickering.

“I’m only just beginning,” Irene said with a tight smile. I admired her restraint.

She took a deep breath, as if calming herself. The pen in her hand glowed with a soft light. With her tongue between her teeth, Irene bent close to the paper, and began to draw once again.

This time was different. As new strokes soaked into the page, old lines faded away as if they had never been, the ink simply vanishing. Doors reformed, the ceiling lifted again, and burnt-away roses once again curled their way up trellises. This drawing was a perfect rendering of the ballroom as it had appeared only a day earlier.

And when I looked up, ready to see the sad state of my house, I gasped in wonder.

Irene’s drawing had come to life.

Even her incredible waves of the night before had not prepared me for this.

“Irene, how do you do it?” I breathed.

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Natural talent. It caused me a lot of trouble as a child, when my drawings started coming alive. This one wasn’t too hard; I remembered the ballroom well.”

“Thank goodness I’ve invited you here before,” I said faintly, gazing up at the newly restored facade.

“We’d better move on to the interior,” Irene said briskly, picking up her skirt and marching up the steps. The rest of us trailed behind her.

“What sort of magic is this?” Elspeth whispered to Theo. I wished I had an answer for that. It must be rare indeed if neither of the well-educated Amberson siblings knew of it.

Irene’s clever pen made quick work of the chaos inside the ballroom. My mouth dropped open as the woodwork reformed and the walls rebuilt themselves.

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