Monday, January 14, 2013


Exquisite pain. Excruciating pleasure. I was filled, fulfilled, overfull.

Pages 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.


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