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I stare at myself for a moment, trying to see a woman that is ever going to live up to the legacy that just dropped like an anvil on her head, but no matter how hard I search, I can’t find her.
Oh god, please don’t let my familiar be a moth—or worse, a ferret. I have a hard enough time finding decent guys without a pet that smells like piss following me around all the time.
“May your line walk with the honor and steadfastness that you showed here today. And as long as they do, the magic of this line will guide and protect them from their first breath to their last. May this blessing and promise be woven into your very bones, and with it, feel my unending gratitude and regard.”
“Dark magic is just as important as the light.
“Every morning when I’d leave for work, she’d always call out that she was sending her guardian angels with me. She’d say she didn’t need ’em and she’d rather I have the extra protection.” His blue eyes settle on mine, and his gaze grows intense. “It’s like she’s still looking out for me,” he tells me, his voice cracking as more tears spill down his cheeks.
He puts Hoot down on a blanket on his sofa, and the little bugger doesn’t even stir. If it weren’t for the constant snoring reverberating out of him indicating that he’s alive and well, I might be concerned over what that ley line did to him.
but we’re not immortal or infinite. Things happen. Witches die. In the end, it doesn’t matter what kind of magic you have or just how powerful you are, there’s no stopping Death when it comes for you.
