I couldn’t even think that was possible. Clearly I needed more witchcraft lessons.
They should have destroyed each other. They should have clashed, snapped, exploded.
Instead, they twisted into a single spear.
Gold-blue lightning around a black core.
Beautiful.
Horrifying.
Absolutely not something I wanted to be standing near with my current luck.
“Hold it steady,” Marcellus said.
Mom bared her teeth. “Do not give me orders.”
“Then consider it a suggestion from the only bastard here who knows what this is.”
Mom made a sound that might have been a laugh if the world was not currently terrible.
The spear hit the seal.
The corridor itself screamed, actually the walls, the floor and the ceiling. It was like being in a fantasy movie with those special effects no one could even recr
