Antoinette kight sarcy book

Previously

…“The skein,” her mother said, her voice as smooth as the silk thread she was currently manipulating, “reveals the tangled threads of destiny. And this one,” she tugged at a particularly garish knot of purple wool, “is quite… knotted.” Antoinette shuddered. “Knotted is an understatement. It looks like a badger had a wrestling match with a rainbow and lost spectacularly.” She paced the small kitchen, her slippers making frantic little slaps on the linoleum. “But this agency… Sacry’s perfection… it all fits, doesn’t it? This ‘En