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Food is the way to Briar’s heart. It’s simple, old-fashioned, but true. It’s the reason he’s bedded so many cooks and kitchen maids – well, one reason.
So when he woke in a Namornese hospital, to a girl bearing a steaming tray, he fell instantly in love.
The soup was rich and brown, floating strong white cheese and toasted bread. He tasted beef, thyme, and a sweetness he couldn’t place. “Whaisit?” he mumbled, mouth full.
Jory grinned. “Capchen onion.”
Briar stared. “Onion? You do this with plain old onion? That’s magic!”
And then he found out she really was a mage.