Book Eight: Chapter 9

The naga sighed as she looked through the new books. “I don’t suppose you have anything more recent?” she asked.

Sofia shook her head. “If we do, it hasn’t been categorized yet. But I can put some feelers out, see what turns up.”

“I would appreciate that.” Ratu opened a green and red tome and frowned. “This one is almost two hundred years old. I refuse to believe we haven’t seen any advancements since then in enchanting or alchemy.”

Sofia shrugged. “I’m sure we have, but people don’t journal everything like they used to. So anything that ends up here is in the digital section, which is an absolute mess.”

“Eulalie is trying to organize that, right?”

“In between hunting down SoS members and spending time with Grace, yes.” The cyclops scowled. She and Eulalie used to be pretty close, but ever since Grace was born, the Arachne rarely had free time.

“That’s quite the face.” Ratu closed her book. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course it is.” The lie wa