Shattered Circle

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Authors: Linda Robertson
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for another sigh—but instead he again began speaking words that were unknown to me.
    This wasn’t over yet.
    Suddenly, I could feel the line’s energy thrumming along my skin. It felt like I was sitting astride Johnny’s Night Train, feeling the deep vibration that rumbled out from the engine and through the pipes to reverberate through my whole body.
    Menessos was drawing the line up to the surface.
    What in Hell is he thinking?
    Drawing a line to the surface was like putting kinks in a garden hose—magic being the water and the witch being the hose. Depending on the witch, the flow of magic would be controlled, or the hose would bubble and burst.
    The vibration resonated into my bones and my whole body buzzed from the inside out. It made me feel dizzy. The temperature where I stood was rising fast. It must have increased fifty degrees in the few seconds I deliberated before leaping away and falling face-first into a pile of dew-damp leaves. As I picked myself up and stood farther away from the warmth, the leaves within the circle—leaves that had dried from the heat contained within the circle—fluttered and danced, pushed aside as the ground bucked underneath the bonfire.
    The logs bounced. One rolled right toward Beverley.
    Then the ground under the bonfire split open and the logs tumbled into the hole. The rolling one reversed its direction and fell in as well.
    I would have felt relieved if Beverley wasn’t right on the edge of the opening.
    My first instinct was to reach out, dive in, and pull her back from that edge, but I couldn’t break the circle. If Menessos didn’t draw me a door to let me in, I couldn’t help. Instead, I backpedaled and ran frantic hands through my hair. His eyes were closed. Maybe he didn’t know she was about to fall in. Distracting him might be a bad thing.
    Beverley’s body slid an inch toward the crevice.
    I took the risk. “Menessos!”
    My cry was lost as light exploded up from underground in a beam. It split the night like the megawatt finger of some gigantic god. It knocked me down, but I kept my eyes fixed on the girl.
    Beverley’s body slid another inch, then another, and I scrambled up—
    Some gentle force lifted her, hovering, into that light. Air tossed her dark hair about. Her arms spread outward as if she were floating peacefully in a pool.
    It was beautiful, ethereal, and angelic. My mouth fell open.
    Something began floating up in the beam; it looked like pieces of ash rising from a campfire, blackened fragments with edges glowing red-orange. These pieces swirled and fluttered around the child, gathering around her hands, bulking up until it covered her arms like extra-long oven mitts.
    There was a pulsing to the ash-like substance and the fiery glow grew brighter and brighter. Hotter.
    “Menessos . . . ”
    The ash condensed, tightening down on her. Her back arched and her high, piercing scream engulfed my world. Heedless of the circle, I shot forward.
    Time slowed down.
    Hands held me back. “No!” I screamed.
    Zhan put her knee into the back of mine, throwing me down a few feet from the ashen circle. With her weight centered on my spine, she pinned me to the ground. Still, I struggled to move onward, reaching, clawing at the grass, straining for purchase in the earth.
    Heat warmed my hands and blew across my cheeks. A few feet away, I’d been on soggy land, but here the heat of the circle was rapidly drying the nearby vegetation. The temperature kept rising until it felt like I was trying to reach into a blazing hearth. Beside me, outside of the circle, dried leaves began to smolder and burn from the heat.
    It couldn’t be as hot within the circle—both of them would be blistering by now.
    Menessos had to be displacing that heat magically.
    Inside the circle, he rose to his feet. His hands remained arched, and his features were lined with the effort of containing the power of the ley, transferring the heat, and sustaining the spell. Earth fell away

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