PROLOGUE
In years to come She will be remembered as the creator of the Paperwing. The weather witch who never loved and was the last of her line. They will remember a few trifling details about her but I doubt they will even remember her name.
They will remember her wrongly.
I, Torrita, record here the events of my cousin Erigina's life. Her hurts, her joys. Those whom she loved and those who betrayed her.
I will move beyond the Ninth Gate soon enough. I feel it in my bones. By leaving this behind me, I hope that we will be remembered. Two girls growing up together, cousins, sisters, friends.
She will not be forgotten.