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He reached a large shaking hand to feel the familiar fur of his friend. To make sure that this was real, and what he woke from, was not. “Such a strange nightmare,” he said to the hound who now pressed his warm face into his palm.
I rather like when a book begins with a dream/nightmare
Cold water dripped down Ellea’s arms as she continuously splashed her face over the black sink in her bathroom—trying to rid herself of the nightmare.
Loveee that they are connected by their nightmares
With a thrum of her fingers, Josh was tied to his chair and Ellea was across from him, sitting on top of the desk, with her legs crossed. The gun dangled on her finger as she leaned back on one hand and glared at the mortal in front of her.
Badass
Trickster powers are scary and it’s best to be ready for anything without having to tap into that side of her magic.
It had been three hundred and twenty eight years since the Great Elimination and mortals and other Supernaturals were now living among each other openly.
interesting!!
But Witches, Witches have changed. Technology has taken over the old ways of doing things. Most Witches now have regular jobs and would practice magic part-time or not at all. The full-time Witches would make a living out of selling different herbs, remedies, or creating helpful spells.
Like a species decline??
It was very rare for Witches to settle down and even then, sharing was caring in their world.
Billy rested her head back into Ellea’s lap. Let's put Supernatural on. I want to see my husband, Demon Dean, the Familiar said.
LOL
Her black boots made her feel like a badass.
I feel the same in my boots
“Fears evolve and grow, welcoming another. One whose power will balance yours in destruction. You feed his fire as he feeds your chaos. You will turn worlds upside down,”
“You need no one but us and the stars. They are nothing but words and mean souls,”
He was looking right at her, and she couldn’t look away. His eyes bore into hers and chaos rang through her head.
His eyes slowly peeled open as hot breath caressed his face. He was greeted by deep red eyes and a wet nose. You were smiling, Garm grumbled in his head. “Are you concerned?” he asked with a voice thick with sleep. It’s almost ten. You don’t smile like that, and you don’t sleep this late, Garm remarked, nudging him in the neck with his cold nose.
Lol both the familiars are so funny!
Ellea fell asleep after reading only ten pages.
LOL
She reached for the keys but he yanked them out of reach—which was easy with how fucking short she was.
Hehe
She opened her arms and welcomed the shadows. Letting them dance around her body like a lover would. He threw more at her, attempting to drown her in them. He would have to try harder than that. And he did. But he missed the illusion.
She reminds me a bit of Loki
I could feel it under her skin and the illusion seemed to have a mind of its own. It’s some tricky magic,”
yes the title!
You could have done whatever you wanted and I would have thanked you for it.”
There stood Elias, clad in black with not a speck of dirt on him.
I don't trust this dude!!
She was actually hoping to run into Ros for the distraction. Nope, she shook her head to rid herself of the ridiculousness of that. Hoping for Ros, bleh.
Lol
“Magic is such a tricky thing. Powers are an extension, not something you force.
Her laughs bellowed harder and he rolled his eyes at her.
Hilarious
Little did he know, she didn’t need saving.
YESSSS
“It’s not the count,” he said with a soft expression before it turned aggressive. “It’s the thought of someone else touching you.”
Ugh why does he have to go all possessive?
“Your magic is an extension,” he said, hovering over her. “It’s a part of you but you have to let go of it. Don’t control it, guide it.”
“You two are really two sides of the same coin,”
“Hey, don’t say that too loud, it helps keep the seats filled,” Lucifer said with a sinister smile.
He I'm imagining Tom Ellis!
“Of course I like them,” she said, slapping his arm with the book, then quickly cradled it in her chest. “I fucking love them.”
A fellow book lover
He would build her a library to hear her squeal like that all the time.
Cuteee
“Why not deal with your son on your own?” she asked, trying for a steady tone as she realized she may be standing in the middle of Hell while only wearing an oversized shirt and no shoes.
Lol - she reminds me of Bryce from CC
