Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Uncomfortable Truths

Vision swimming, I gave Nate the confirmation he sought, if not reassurance. There was no solace in what we had to do – or what I’d discovered. The hive had come close to disarming the protections around Nate’s infection.  Keeping him whole had meant showing them what I could do.

Magic used to come in spurts, unreliable. Now, it rode me like a feral jockey, whipping for more. Good thing Nate wasn’t inside my head, because my father was right. I needed to learn how to harness my power.

In the meantime, Nate and I had a voodoo priest to kill.


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