Previous chapter:
19. Wings at Dusk
Next chapter:
21. Lessons
PREVIEW
... tant. The stonebat knocked one of the chairs aside in its rush forward, and its hot breath filled the sitting room with a sour stench.
“Celent’he Dvo Scelim’o’Mae!” Liv screamed the words, in more of a panic than she would ever want to admit. She thrust her hand forward, and a voice in the back of her mind told her that she was going to lose control, that the magic wouldn’t come when she needed it.
She shouldn’t have feared.
The word of power coiled inside her and sprung, ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE