The Thinking Woman's Guide to Real Magic: A Novel
Emily Croy Barker
Language: English
Pages: 576
ISBN: 0143125672
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
“If Hermione Granger had been an American who never received an invitation to Hogwarts, this might have been her story.” —People
Earning comparisons to wildly popular fantasy novels by Deborah Harkness and Lev Grossman, Emily Croy Barker’s enchanting debut offers an intelligent escape into a richly imagined world. And with an appealing female protagonist, cinematic storytelling, wry humor, and wonderfully clever literary references, The Thinking Woman’s Guide to Real Magic is sure to capture the imaginations of readers everywhere.
During a miserable weekend at a friend’s wedding, eager to forget about her disastrous breakup and stalled dissertation, Nora Fischer wanders off and somehow finds herself in another realm. There, she meets glamorous Ilissa—who introduces Nora to a decadent new world—and her gorgeous son Raclin. But when the elegant veneer of this dreamland shatters, Nora finds herself in a fairy tale gone incredibly wrong. And the only way she can survive is by learning real magic herself.
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rapid your progress.” Nora began to read through the Hom Marn spell, fighting down a feeling of faint unease. What had she gotten herself into? But then Aruendiel had warned her of the obstacles ahead. This is a test, she thought. He’s trying to scare me to see how serious I am. The reflection steeled her as she tried to understand the purpose behind each of the nine variant openings to Hom Marn’s spell. Chapter 26 The days settled into a new pattern. Nora awoke each morning in the chilly,
Hirizjahkinis, who was showing her how to make a candle flare even when there was not the slightest current of air stirring. “I cannot teach you anything more about lighting fires,” Hirizjahkinis had said firmly, when they started. “Aruendiel has done a good job of that already, and he will be irked if I teach you something that he disagrees with. So I will teach you something that he will not think is so important—but can be very useful, in the right circumstances. A few little tricks with a
they do not fight with steel. But I carried a sword into battle, and most of the time, I had occasion to use it.” “Mmm. What about your sister? What was she doing?” “My sister? Busy with her children. I visited her at Forel a few times.” He was quiet for a moment, curling his fingers around the empty goblet, tilting it back and forth against the table. “Gradually, though, I became aware that something was not quite right.” Another pause. “Something not quite right with your sister?” Nora
began. “I can see that. What set this off?” Moscelle hesitated, and then said quickly, “I saw Raclin kissing Oon on the terrace, and I thought Nora should know.” Nora launched into a fresh round of sobs. “Raclin doesn’t love me anymore,” she gulped. “He hates me. He never talks to me, he never touches me, and now he’s with Oon!” “Darling, calm yourself.” Ilissa’s voice was as soft as cat’s fur. “I know you’re upset, and Raclin really has been a bit naughty, but there’s no sense in getting
landed with a bump, cobblestones under their feet. “Where are we?” she asked. “We’re outside the main gate of Semr,” Aruendiel said. “I see from those torches that the gate is still open, so we will have no trouble entering the city, and yet we have arrived a little too late to wait upon His Majesty at this evening’s palace banquet. Our timing could not be improved upon.” Nora stood up, clutching her bag. “Actually, I’m a little hungry.” “Then a palace banquet is the last place you would want