There are herbs that grow nowhere else. They are so rare, few have been given names. I could feel them swelling in their hollows, breathing tendrils of magic into the air.
Wow. Self loves this writing. She loves the book.
Kudos, Madeline Miller.
There are herbs that grow nowhere else. They are so rare, few have been given names. I could feel them swelling in their hollows, breathing tendrils of magic into the air.
Wow. Self loves this writing. She loves the book.
Kudos, Madeline Miller.
Kanlaon 