And while northerners would charge her with witchcraft for reading fortunes, she could make a small living among her own kind the way her mother had. All she needed to do was forget about her mothers dying wish. Should have been a simple thing. What value were the demands of a dead woman in the face of slavery? Maybe if her mother had known but that was the problem. To anyone else, prophesies were flimsy things, silly things, childish fantasies. Gwen and her mother knew better. Illia had abandoned everything.

The Crown Tower, book

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