My Mother Saved Every Blessing for My Sister

Summary

My mother, Margaret Harper, carries the blood of a Word Witch. Once every lunar cycle, she can speak one blessing that fate itself is forced to obey.

But all my life, the only thing she ever gave me was half a sentence.

When I was eighteen, I received early admission to the Northern Royal Healers' Academy. My mother looked at the letter and said, "If you go north..."

Her instincts had never been wrong, so I thought she'd seen danger waiting for me there. I turned the academy down with my own hands.