Wundersmith: The Calling of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor Book 2)

then—casually defying the law of gravity

“The Angel of Death, the Angel of Mercy, the Angel of Ruined Dinners…”

STEP TWO: RETREAT with her own STEP TWO: KEEP PUSHING THROUGH AND STICK YOUR NOSE IN WHERE IT’S NOT WELCOME EVEN THOUGH THIS IS DEFINITELY AGAINST THE RULES?

“The Elders will come around,” he said. “We’ll find a way to make them come around.

She felt a strange urge to give him a biscuit. Or a puppy. Something.

off you go—it must be past your bedtime.” “I don’t have a bedtime,” said Morrigan, frowning. “Now you do.” “You can’t—” “Just did.” “But—” “BED.”

Is that what we want, a mindful Wundersmith who could use her very mindful mind to mindfully send us all to an early grave?”

Trust me. If I tell him to go low-key, he’s going to go

to ask Jupiter why in the world he’d never told her there was a poisonous garden in Nevermoor. For goodness’ sake, he knew that sort of thing was right up her alley.