Mysteries of Thorn Manor by Margaret Rogerson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Margaret Rogerson
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“I DIDN’T DO THIS!” Nathaniel insisted, leaning out the manor’s front door,
gazing helplessly at the vines thrashing up along the thorn hedge, the animated
topiaries prowling through the garden, and the threatening magical gale that
howled around Thorn Manor, carrying past leaves and branches and loose
cobblestones in a whirling cyclone. “I swear upon Baltasar’s unholy grave, I didn’t
do athing.”
Elisabeth gave him a skeptical look. “Most of the time when you say that, it
turns out thatactually—”
“Yes, yes, I know.”
“Like when it started raining teacups on Laurel Avenue—”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”
“And the time alightning strike blew off one of the Magisterium’s towers—”
“Point taken. But I didn’t have another nightmare last night, did I? You
certainly would have noticed.”
She felt herself turn pink. “No. You didn’t.”
He grinned at her, looking unfairly handsome in just his nightshirt, with his
sleeves billowing and his dark hair whipped in every direction by the wind.
“Anyway, all of this must have something to do with the manor’s wards. Look at
the street past the gates, it’s completely normal.”
She squinted through the streaks of swirling debris, and saw that he was right.
The rest of Hemlock Park appeared to be enjoying a sunny, peaceful February
morning. That failed to ease her mind. Especially because, standing just past the
cyclone, a crowd had gathered;and at the very front stood a group of—
“Reporters,” Nathaniel said darkly.
“Elisabeth Scrivener!” they called out in excitement, noticing that the front
door had opened. “Magister Thorn! Would you care to comment on the
situation? Have you lost control of your magic? Is it true that your demon is
back?”
Nathaniel only frowned. Then another reporter shouted, “Is this likely to
impact your preparations for the Midwinter Ball next w—”
Elisabeth didn’t hear the rest, because Nathaniel had hastily drawn her inside
and slammed the door behind them.
“You know, I find that I don’t mind it a great deal after all,” he said later that day,
cheerfully watching a shrub sail past the foyer’s window. “In fact, I believe the
view is growing on me.”
“You can’t leave it this way forever,” Elisabeth pointed out. “It’s trapping us
inside, too. We’ll starve. Also, that looks like it came off the roof.”
Nathaniel used his cane to slide the curtain open a little wider, watching with
interest as a giant chunk of masonry went spinning by. The crowd of spectators
screamed and ducked. If anything, Nathaniel only looked more pleased.
“Oh, I’m sure we have enough provisions to last us a few weeks. And if the
roof starts leaking, I can simply use magic… Scrivener?” he asked in alarm. “Where
are you going?”
She didn’t answer, because she had drawn Demonslayer and charged out the
door.
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