Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Several years ago, I dated this guy named Alan. Smart, funny, attractive, and successful. He had his life pulled together,” Nolan began. He paused and stared at his hands for a second, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips. “We dated for a few years. He tore me down constantly. I was messy, unorganized, and steadily getting fat, according to him. He claimed I was a hack, and I would never make a living at my writing. When I was with him, I felt worthless, but I stayed because I was afraid no one else would ever put up with me. That he said those things out of love.”
Nolan turned his head to meet a pair of dark, fathomless eyes that he was sure could see into his soul. “Sky has seen me at my absolute worst. I’ve been rude to him. My life was an absolute mess. I was on the run from vampires. Regardless, he didn’t walk away or make me feel worthless and unattractive. He’s flirted constantly and tried to take care of me.” He shook his head. “The world is full of danger, but if I have to choose between the necromancer and the human, I’ll choose the necromancer every time.”
A gentle smile spread across the witch’s thin lips, creating a web of wrinkles across her face. “Well, if you’re together, at least I know that one of you has a good head on his shoulders. Maybe you can use that brain of yours to keep him out of trouble.”
She reached down, snagged the bag she’d placed on the ground, and began digging through it. “Here, hold this,” she commanded, thrusting a skull into his empty hands. Nolan barely kept it from tumbling to the dirt when he initially bobbled it. The witch didn’t look up as she continued to search. She gave him a book, a wand, three glass vials, and a necklace of wooden beads that also resembled eyeballs. The entire time, she muttered to herself about losing things and how her bag could hold all the treasures of Egypt, but she couldn’t find one trinket when she needed it.
“Ah! There it is!” She jerked her right arm out of the bag and held up a strange blue stone on a leather thong. She shoved it at Nolan but stopped when she seemed to notice that his hands were quite full of what had been in her bag.
“Nonsense, nonsense,” she mumbled as she swept the things into her bag and set it aside. “Here. I want you to wear this from now on. Don’t ever take it off.”
Nolan tried to accept it so he could look at it, but she was already placing it over his head.
“Is it for protection?” he asked, holding still while she got it settled around his neck.
“Sort of. Think of it as something that could help give your luck a push in the right direction when you need it.”
Nolan flashed her a crooked grin. “Like when I’m about to be run over by a dandy dog?”
The witch sighed at him and shook her head. “Yes, like that. But keep using that brain of yours and remember to get the hell out of the way, too.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her smile softened, and she rubbed one hand on the top of his head, ruffling his messy black hair. “Be a good boy.”
Nolan tipped his head down and picked up the blue stone. He could roughly make it out, but his eyes were crossing a bit as he tried to focus on it. The stone had something inscribed, an interesting swirl amidst the varying shades of blue. He could feel it with his finger, but he couldn’t see it.
Lifting his head, he started to ask the witch what was written on the stone, but she was gone.
Nolan leaped to his feet and twisted about, scouring the field and parking for any sign of her. She couldn’t have gotten that far in the seconds he was inspecting the stone, but there was no sign of her. She’d vanished completely.
That was weird.
But that was a witch for you, right?
She had been a witch…right?
The thought was sending a chill skittering along Nolan’s spine when the low baying of dogs cut through the silence of the night. The witches in the center of the soccer field had called the dandy dogs to them. It was time to send all bad puppies back to the underworld.
Chapter 9
Skylar Wallace
The air tingled with magic.
Mostly earth magic, which was like thousands of ants crawling all over his body. Not a comfortable sensation. It was tolerable when it was only Mad and Red casting spells.
But when over thirty earth witches got together to cast a variety of different spells, it was almost enough to drive him crazy. Their two magic types didn’t mesh well. At least, not on this scale.