it. The line trembled and wavered all around us, and energy bands that a moment before had been straight and more or less steady were suddenly arcing across our path. The already dangerous flow of the ley line became a raging torrent, tossing us around like a speck of dust in a cyclone. Lightning or something equally energetic sparked off the mage’s shields as we spun, rolled and bobbed uncontrollably, swimming on wild currents of power.
I caught a glimpse of Pritkin barely avoiding being speared by a tower of blue flame. But he ducked under a fiery arch the size of a house and it surged past him. We weren’t so lucky. Richardson swerved to avoid a stuttering mass that had erupted right in front of us and ran straight into another one hard enough that the impact reverberated through my bones.
Glowing streaks and odd swirls of light curled all around us. For a moment, all I could see were bursts of power exploding everywhere, burning through our bubble of protection like acid, before the mage made a sudden, violent motion and tore us free. The current tossed us to the side of the line, where a thick band of power threw us back once more, straight into the path of the granddaddy of all fissures.
It covered half the line’s width in a towering column of angry blue fire. A tidal wave of prickling energy rushed over me as we breached the outer skin, and then it flared into a blinding brightness. I couldn’t see anything, blue-white light filling my vision and my brain, overwhelming and unbearable.
My eyes slowly adjusted to show me the inside of the flare. Power pulsed everywhere in glowing blue-white streams that sheared chunks off Richardson’s remaining shields every couple of seconds. They couldn’t last at this rate—and as soon as they were gone, so were we.
Richardson must have had the same thought, because he started prying my arms off his waist. “I regret that there will not be a trial,” he said as I struggled and fought. “I looked forward to hearing you beg for your life.”
My fists bunched in his suit coat, trying to hold on, but he tore them loose and got his hands around my wrists. “Please! You can’t do this!” I screamed, my eyes on the leaping wall of fire outside.
“I suppose that will have to do,” he said regretfully. And with a brutal shove, he sent me flying backward, straight into the heart of the flame.
Chapter Six
My scream lodged in my throat as reality whited out and I was consumed by a pain so pure that it took over everything: my body, my thoughts, even my name. I tried to breathe through the panic that was threatening to choke me, but I couldn’t even tell if I had lungs anymore. I tried to reach out, desperate to feel, see, do something , but if I still had a hand it didn’t connect with anything. For a long moment, I really thought I was dead.
And then it was over.
The pain was gone between one breath and the next, leaving me shaken and very, very confused. I gasped in air and it tasted wrong, sharp and bitter, but I could breathe. My head was spinning, my nerves were stuttering like a junkie’s and I could feel my heart in my fingertips. But it didn’t feel like my muscles were ripping themselves loose from my bones any longer, which I counted as a plus.
I risked opening my eyes and looked down in disbelief at my unmarked hands, at my body that for some reason was not being incinerated. But once my eyes adjusted to the intense light inside the flare, I didn’t have to wonder why. A familiar golden haze surrounded me on all sides, pushing against the jumping blue field, keeping it back.
The field was in the shape of Agnes’ stolen ward, the one passed onto me by my mother before she died. It was given only to the Pythias or their heirs, and it was designed to be powered by the collective energy of the Circle. That wasn’t true anymore—they’d cut me off as soon as they realized that it might interfere with their plans for my early retirement—but a friend
I caught a glimpse of Pritkin barely avoiding being speared by a tower of blue flame. But he ducked under a fiery arch the size of a house and it surged past him. We weren’t so lucky. Richardson swerved to avoid a stuttering mass that had erupted right in front of us and ran straight into another one hard enough that the impact reverberated through my bones.
Glowing streaks and odd swirls of light curled all around us. For a moment, all I could see were bursts of power exploding everywhere, burning through our bubble of protection like acid, before the mage made a sudden, violent motion and tore us free. The current tossed us to the side of the line, where a thick band of power threw us back once more, straight into the path of the granddaddy of all fissures.
It covered half the line’s width in a towering column of angry blue fire. A tidal wave of prickling energy rushed over me as we breached the outer skin, and then it flared into a blinding brightness. I couldn’t see anything, blue-white light filling my vision and my brain, overwhelming and unbearable.
My eyes slowly adjusted to show me the inside of the flare. Power pulsed everywhere in glowing blue-white streams that sheared chunks off Richardson’s remaining shields every couple of seconds. They couldn’t last at this rate—and as soon as they were gone, so were we.
Richardson must have had the same thought, because he started prying my arms off his waist. “I regret that there will not be a trial,” he said as I struggled and fought. “I looked forward to hearing you beg for your life.”
My fists bunched in his suit coat, trying to hold on, but he tore them loose and got his hands around my wrists. “Please! You can’t do this!” I screamed, my eyes on the leaping wall of fire outside.
“I suppose that will have to do,” he said regretfully. And with a brutal shove, he sent me flying backward, straight into the heart of the flame.
Chapter Six
My scream lodged in my throat as reality whited out and I was consumed by a pain so pure that it took over everything: my body, my thoughts, even my name. I tried to breathe through the panic that was threatening to choke me, but I couldn’t even tell if I had lungs anymore. I tried to reach out, desperate to feel, see, do something , but if I still had a hand it didn’t connect with anything. For a long moment, I really thought I was dead.
And then it was over.
The pain was gone between one breath and the next, leaving me shaken and very, very confused. I gasped in air and it tasted wrong, sharp and bitter, but I could breathe. My head was spinning, my nerves were stuttering like a junkie’s and I could feel my heart in my fingertips. But it didn’t feel like my muscles were ripping themselves loose from my bones any longer, which I counted as a plus.
I risked opening my eyes and looked down in disbelief at my unmarked hands, at my body that for some reason was not being incinerated. But once my eyes adjusted to the intense light inside the flare, I didn’t have to wonder why. A familiar golden haze surrounded me on all sides, pushing against the jumping blue field, keeping it back.
The field was in the shape of Agnes’ stolen ward, the one passed onto me by my mother before she died. It was given only to the Pythias or their heirs, and it was designed to be powered by the collective energy of the Circle. That wasn’t true anymore—they’d cut me off as soon as they realized that it might interfere with their plans for my early retirement—but a friend
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