Blood & Fur - Chapter Thirty-Two: The House of Fright

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I should have expected that. I’d grown used to disguising my malice from the Nightlords with a placid face and pretty words. A Curse was no little than hateful intentions made manifest, so all I had to do was wrap it up in a Veil of insincere words and empty reassurances. Both spells used my Tonalli and thus could work in tandem.

“I am impressed, my son,” Mother complimented me as I presented her with my latest work: a translucent feather. Were I not holding it in my hand, I woul ...