2. Chapter 2 Test

As if I would allow something so trivial to stop me, she thought, glaring at the wood-bordered glass panes. She released one hands death grip on the windowsill and fumbled cold, clumsy fingers into one of the pouches of the ratty jacket she wore under the even more ratty cloak. She pulled out a soft wax crayon and carefully drew a small circle on the glass, completely enclosing one of the hand-sized panes. That was where the magic would take effect. There could be no gaps in the...