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Gypsum LaZelle is a misfit in a kinfolk of spellcasters-she possesses no magical skill whatever. until eventually the day while she turns into gravely ailing, and discovers that her Transition has happened ultimately, bestowing upon her an odd and scary energy.
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She giggled. "Sure, you can laugh," I whispered. " This was ridiculous. Why was I hiding under a desk? Well, but there were occasional stories, never confirmed by real sources like the school newspaper, about women who got raped after dark on campus. Somehow I had always figured this didn't apply to me, and I had walked blithely after dark, secure in my obliviousness and size. Would a rapist pick a fat victim? You never read about that in the news. It was always cheerleaders or beautiful coeds.
That's not cooking," Jasper said. " I held the package out to him, and he grabbed some cookies. "Not as good as homemade," he said after he ate two. I ate three. The hunger pangs in my stomach stopped gnawing. "All right, all right. I'll make you a batch of whatever kind of cookies you want on Saturday. " "A really big batch? Two kinds? " I checked the crisper drawer and found some green and red peppers, red onion, mushrooms, and broccoli. Also we had feta crumbles and eggs. Enough interesting stuff for an omelet.
She'd been sick that week, too, but not like this, though she'd missed a big history final. Somebody had muffed a health-protect spell. I leaned on the sink, still holding the cup with some water in it, and measured how I felt. I thought about the pita pocket I'd had for lunch, and lurched back to the toilet so I could throw up again. "Uh-oh," said my little sister. She reached for my forehead. "Don't touch me. It's probably the flu. It's a twenty-four hour bug. Everybody else at the Center already got it.