Exquisite pain. Excruciating pleasure. I was filled, fulfilled, overfull.
flipped, autonomous. Whenever they stopped, I set spell into flesh,
colorful sigils linking as I went. Last was a clock, hands moving,
approaching midnight. So much for not getting more tattoos. At least
they provided a vent for the magic.
When the book stilled, I stepped out of the stream without difficulty.
Jim stared. “Nate’s gonna see you as a monster.”
“As is he, now. If I can’t reverse this …”
“You sacrifice him to save the world.”
The compass on my forearm pointed me toward my worst nightmare.