Antoinette kight sarcy book

Previously

…As Antoinette turned towards the door, a new thought, audacious and utterly insane, bloomed in her mind. What if the enchantress’s most prized possession, the very source of her power, was something… mundane? Something her mother would understand. Something she could, perhaps, even… knit her way into? A golden knitting needle. The very thought sent a shiver of both dread and delight down her spine. It was a ridiculous notion, a preposterous plan, but it was a plan. And right now, a ridiculous, preposterous plan was all she had. She would find a way. For Sacry. She had to. The loom of fate, it seemed, was about to face a very determined, very flustered, and very unlikely saboteur.