But as he reached out for “Dark Magic to Make That Special Someone Love You Back,” it sprouted tiny sparkling wings, and flew to a far corner of the bookshop.
“Damn,” he said, scrambling to a wooden ladder.
Another book hurled itself at him until he had to grab it; then it went limp in his hands. It said: “Pale Gray Magic to Make That Special Someone Stop Despising You.”
“The books know,” said a clerk.
Percival sighed. “Fine. Ring me up.”