Host (Thorn St. Croix)
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In a post-apocalyptic ice age, neomage Thorn St. Croix was nearly driven insane by her powers. She lived as a fugitive, disguised as a human, channeling her gifts for war into stone-magery. When she was discovered, her friends and neighbors accepted her, but warily. Not so the mage who arrives from the Council of Seraphs, who could be her greatest ally?or her most dangerous foe. And when her long-gone sister, Rose, is revealed to still be alive, Thorn must make a choice?and risk her own life in the process.
guys on my side, and Cheran wanted to remain hidden. He didn’t know about the blended scan, didn’t know I could see him. I decided to keep his presence quiet, but the scan wasn’t helping my light-headedness, so I dropped the skim and felt marginally better. The Flames again blinked into sight overhead and spiraled back down. They passed through the shield with spits of energy, to circle behind me, saving my vision but holding back. Which I didn’t like at all. A light illuminated the old church
him his feather. And I’m calling to you, begging you. But you don’t hear. And I can’t wake up.” My throat was so tight breathing was painful. I pressed the side of my face to his arm, as if assuring myself Rupert was real and alive. “I see this girl, she’s lying on an old oak table, and you help her sit up. She looks like you, but she’s skinny and dirty, covered with scabs and old wounds, like she’s been sick or held prisoner or something. You give her to Eli. And Thadd picks me up and puts me
returns. Something you can use.” I understood that he meant some power, some talent for manipulating creation energies. He meant that he would be willing to share his gift, whatever it was, in conjures that I would control. Seraph power was very different from mage power, and mages couldn’t wield it. But if he gave me control over it, helped me to utilize it, things might be different. It was an offer of unprecedented generosity. Kylen were notoriously tightfisted when it came to their gifts, a
the highest regard, and I will serve you and train you to the best of my ability. I will dress you for battle, and should you die by the sword, I will dress you for burial with all honor. All that, I swear.” He cuffed my shoulder, lightening the moment. “But if you get yourself killed, all bets are off. I’ll kick you to the moon and back and beat you black and blue.” I nodded, moving my head against his. “If I get myself killed I promise not to complain at the treatment. I’ll deserve it.”
its way through me. Cheran had stopped screaming, passed out from the pain of the glowing amulet. Feathers and Fire, what had I done? My mouth went dry. The wires had burned into Cheran’s tendons and bones, leaving blackened flesh around the amulet and raw, bleeding flesh above and below. I leaned in closer and someone provided a flashlight. In its beam Cheran’s toes were still pink, so I hadn’t severed the circulation. Yet. I lifted a healing amulet from my necklace and snapped the string that