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You’re amazing, Stevie. Allow me to tie you down and remove your clothing with my teeth, after which I’ll read you dirty love poems and lick every inch of your skin until your legs are trembling and you’re begging me to make you—
“Just remember—stroke, don’t choke.”
“My name is Dr. Cassius Devane,” he announces. “I’m a professor of mental magicks at the Arcana Academy of the Arts, an extremely powerful mage, and your only chance at getting out of here alive.”
Book of shadow, book of mists What magick draws, you won’t resist Death to those who shun its call Where one shall rise, the others fall Book of shadow, book of mists The truth emerges from the myths Flame and blood and blade and bone What starts with zero ends with one.
Between the space where black meets white Betwixt the woods of dark and light A mirror flat reveals the sky But turn it ‘round to know the why Zero begets the next, the One Innocence lost, magick undone Beware the rise when darkness falls For magick corrupts, and blood trumps all.
Book of shadow, book of mists What magick draws, you won’t resist Death to those who shun its call Where one shall rise, the others fall Book of shadow, book of mists The truth emerges from the myths Flame and blood and blade and bone What starts with zero ends with one.
I try to focus on his face, his lips, the thin sheen of stubble on his jaw, those devilish eyes, but it’s all fading… fading… gone.
His eyes go fiery hot, and he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to get my attention. There’s no more teasing now, only heat. Only passion. Only a promise my core is begging him to keep.
“Tell the Arcana that the son of the Fool has come to reclaim his birthright. And this time, he’s bringing an army. None will survive.”
“Oh, I would love nothing more than to shut the book on this topic. To be fair, your dick has been the subject of more conversations than I care to count.”
Eventful? Oh, not really. Unless you mean the part where I basically tried to seduce my mental magicks professor in front of the whole class, nearly drowned in the River of Blood and Sorrow, discovered I have a familiar that can fly me around campus and spy on secret society meetings, almost fucked one of my super-hot classmates, and got bitten by a rattlesnake who may or may not have been the Princess of Swords warning me about the end times…
Book of shadow, book of mists. What magick draws, you won’t resist Death to those who shun its call Where one shall rise, the others fall Book of shadow, book of mists The truth emerges from the myths Flame and blood and blade and bone What starts with zero ends with one.
Between the space where black meets white Betwixt the woods of dark and light A mirror flat reveals the sky But turn it ‘round to know the why Zero begets the next, the One Innocence lost, magick undone Beware the rise when darkness falls For magick corrupts, and blood trumps all.
Spells of Iron, Spells of Bone Bind now her magick to mine alone Spells of Earth, Spells of Old Through my will and my way, the truth shall unfold
Fear is a powerful weapon. All it takes is a single doubt, a single crack in your armor, and the enemy will find it and exploit it to the fullest extent…
Fear is our most primal, most powerful emotion. It leaves an imprint—almost like a ghost in the room… Your fear of death by gunshot was completely sincere, and left an intense imprint that my spell was able to amplify… That imprint, combined with the power of suggestion planted in the rich soil of a soft mind, was enough to make the guard truly believe that I killed us…
Across the span of space and time I come to you, dark priest of mine What ruinous fate you cast tonight When dark deception tests my might?
Hexed and cursed, bruised and broken What comes first, the dark words spoken The veil is torn, the spells diminished Mage firstborn, the final finish.
