AUTHOR REBEKAH OLSON
“We will make it work.”
Tajor put on his malicious expression. “That’s too bad. I missed. I was aiming for his head.”
“What was that?”
“Explosion,” Jerryck said.
“I’ve taken no oaths to the Gathering,” Jerryck said. “They have no binding spell on me. I can go through whatever ceremony I want.”
“They keep a hut for strangers to sleep in,” Sakila said to all of them. “You have permission to use it. Follow me.”
Several large creatures circled through the air, just over the next rise. Most of them had a wingspan wider than the height of a tall man.
“How did we get up here anyway?” Jerryck asked
Jerryck followed it up with fire. Good thing it was just a dream
“Welcome to Shontarra!”
Heston grabbed Jerryck’s arm and hoisted him to his feet. “You’re coming.”
The mayor put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and scanned around at the crowd of men. “All of you, go get your weapons!
“Coincidence magicians are what give every other magician a bad reputation for being charlatans. They’re notoriously inaccurate.”
Tajor whispered, “You keep that vapid smile on your face and people are going to think you’ve lost your wits entirely."
Nothing went as planned.
"I opened a portal for her. After that, I was so drained I just wanted to sleep."
He still wasn’t sure if it was actually scrying or just his imagination.
“You’re the magician,” one man grumbled. “Think of something.”
“I figured it out!” Marla grinned triumphantly.
“I need a word with my sister.” Jerryck looked over at all the heads turned away from him. “That’s what’s wrong. Where is she?”
Zev drew his hand back in to himself. “I can hurt myself doing this?”