It is a rare thing to see her undone as she is now. Her pale skin streaked with dark ink, her hair loose and her laugh unpretentious. The magic wafting from the spells and fetishes strewn around the room flickers in the air, and maybe he should’ve known then; he should have remembered. You shouldn’t be careless with magic, especially when you have been so before. It leaves its mark on you, and it calls to its own.

Wow. Just... wow.

This is a perfect Susan/Edmund story. The magic- oh, the magic in which they entangle themselves. It makes so much sense. I love the interplay between the characters, too. They are in perfect character voice. Calormen is also fleshed out beautifully here.

Eee. Beautiful, haunting, and sensual... What a fabulous story.