The Findings of Magic

Magic Lost. And Found.

Katie makes magical beads. Desired by her best clients, Atlanta's powerful and rich. But now she frantically searches for a lost set. Never suspecting another seeks not only her beads, but Katie herself. What happens when the two cross paths, hot on the trail of so much treasure?

An excerpt from The Findings of Magic: Vanished, but not without a trace

Katie knew her instincts and the pull of familiar magic were right. The last few of her missing beads had been here in this otherwise ordinary emporium, and not long ago, either.

Their music lingered as a whispery echo, stirring her blood and bones.

But they were gone now.

She slowly settled her hands onto the delightfully tactile sea of beads anyway. Sinking her fingers into cool and smooth and rough and scratchy. Cheap and well-made, ordinary and carrying faint traces of power.

Enough power that she might have carefully gathered those to add into designs to support the stronger pieces and increase their potency.

She would have, if she hadn't been on the trail of the last few of the most potent beads she'd ever had the privilege of handling.

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Rafbók: 1 december 2021