The Raven Spell (Conspiracy of Magic, #1)

by Luanne G. Smith

Their dull energy thudded against the buildings until even the highest-flying spirit was drained sober by the end of the day, if one wasn’t careful.

Memories were made up of intricate interwoven strands. Each attached to another in delicate spiderweb threads that created emotional patterns, each one affecting and tugging on the next. What kind of withered existence would that be to carry no past, no connection to anyone or anything? Was that the condition the numbed souls who wandered the

streets mumbling to themselves lived in, eyes half-vacant, clothes tattered beyond repair, and their tether to reality stretched to the point of madness? The memories holding one’s place in the fabric of society scattered to the four winds?

Stars above, helping mortals is rarely a risk worth taking.