Weed-Kin

My magic can’t throw fireballs. It can’t summon storms. It just... talks to weeds.When Verdict looks into Yarrow Fen and pronounces her Weed-Kin, the whole town of Fenlow Green laughs. No light. No mark. Just the world’s most embarrassing magic class, while her neighbours walk away with swords made of light and thunder in their fists.Then the nettle patch behind her grandmother’s failing herb shop starts talking back.Turns out every 'useless' weed in Kelvara is a demoted, disgraced or exiled bit of magic with real skills and a serious attitude problem, and Yarrow has just been handed the world’s most opinionated support group. There’s Nettle, who solves everything with more stinging. Dandelion, who notices everything first and says so whether or not anybody asked. Bindweed, who strangled prize roses for a living and is working very hard on his redemption arc. Plantain, who grows where people walk and has never once let anyone forget it. And Chamomile, who is absolutely, definitely not the most dangerous one in the patch.With the guild’s licensed healers writing patients off as unfixable and the shop three months behind on rent, Yarrow doesn’t have the luxury of being embarrassed by her class for long. Good thing her garden full of grudge-holding weeds is ready to prove exactly what 'useless' magic can do, one bickering, back-talking, unexpectedly powerful cure at a time.Weed-Kin is the first book in Sold as Weeds, a complete four-book cozy LitRPG about underestimated magic, found family and slow, hard-won progression. Every technique Yarrow learns belongs to a plant, and every one of them pays for it.