A Forbidden Alchemy

Lord Tanner had crafted marble statues around the city that depicted weeping angels and dying saints. A continent of Artisan magic had no need for boats and trains or birds to send messages, not when Scribblers could ink a page from many, many miles away with their mind alone. God bites the hand of those who try ’n’ take more.” Suddenly, she coughed into her hand, bending almost double, and Patrick rounded the table to her side, held her shoulders until the spluttering slowed. The day was finally at its close. “Patty!” came a voice, followed by rapid footfalls.