Spells, protection – p. 1060

I flipped my massive grimoire open, choking on the plume of dust that rose from the pages. After the cloud cleared some, I blinked at the page, and the next, and the next. "There's like twenty spells here, all with teeny-tiny writing."

Studmuffin, lying in a crustacean shape on my lap, was noisily cleaning his ear. "Pick the most powerful."

"Right, but how do I know that just by reading them? They should have a ranking of stars next to ...