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Having been declared the savior of all mankind, Sophie finds that magic is all around her. As she struggles to find her way, she's bombarded by nightly dreams that have her on edge. Will she be able to keep her sanity while trying to decipher the meaning behind her visions? Or will an unknown enemy get to her first?
Excerpt:
“It’s
always been around me, hasn’t it? I just hadn’t noticed it before the
binds broke.”
“Probably,” Deva admitted. The silence that filled the air around them
was deafening. Only the sounds of the other patrons enjoying their meals
rattled around them. “Sophie . . .”
“Don’t worry about me,” she replied, a tremor lacing her words.
Suddenly, a loud roar of thunder tore through the sky, causing the
windows to shake. The entire pub became silent, and Sophie looked over
at Iona, once again finding her staring.
“I really need to learn to
control that.”
“Eh, it makes things funner, or is it more fun?” Tanner laughed, though
Sophie could hear the void in his laughter.
“Yeah, keeps everyone on their toes,” Jonah added, giving her a weak
smile.
Sophie brought her hand up to grip the stone hanging around her neck. “I
suppose it does.”
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