![]() ![]() Style was everything.Īnd if there was one thing Tavia had in spades, then it was style. Perhaps a mark was a mark and money was money, but there was a difference in how you got that mark and took their money. When it came to magic, all that really mattered was timing. Besides, with a little dye in the mix, nobody was any wiser. Which was also watered-down, because magic wasn’t cheap and Tavia didn’t fancy selling obsession. It transformed her flat-pack stall into a mosaic of color, ranging from soft pink-watered down for lust-to burnt red. Her love elixirs were usually the first to go, so Tavia made a point to line them up in front of the trick bags. ![]() It had been that way ever since the war-not that Tavia had been alive to remember those days-and so most of the time she got by on the markets using the bare minimum of magic and the bare maximum of trickery. ![]() That sort of thing was far too weak and the only way to sell it was to give the illusion of power through sleight of hand and good old-fashioned bullshit. Tavia Syn made a living on magic and it was rarely the legal kind. ![]()
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