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“I’ve got a better idea.”
He will use it to call off Eldest Gruff. To get him a donut.
Power screamed as it wrenched its way out of my body. It shattered the black-thread bars of my prison and left a streak of metallic light on the air behind it for an instant, reflective, like a trail of liquid chrome. It caught the falling
Soulfire.
“Bullet wound,” I said. “FBI werewolves.”
Fool Moon
“Hook knife,” I said. “Sorcerer tried to filet me at the Field Museum.”
Dead Beat
“Thorn manacles,” I said. “From when Madrigal Raith tried to sell me on eBay.”
Proven Guilty
“A scourge of Black Court vampires had a Renfield that got creative. Had a homemade flamethrower.”
Blood Rites
“Here.”
Demonreach
I turned and met her eyes. I drew an X over my heart and nodded.
Michael gets shot, and the bullet ricochets inside his body.
Looking at the place filled me with a sense of awareness of the attention of an empty, sterile malevolence. This place did not like me. It did not want me there. It did not have the least regard for me, and the corpse of the little town ahead of me was a silent declaration that it had fought against folk like me before—and won.
This will change.
Walking up those stone steps, my legs settled into a steady pattern of motion, as if they’d already walked up that path a thousand times. I swerved slightly on one step, for no reason that I could see, only to hear Michael, behind me, continue walking in a straight line and slip as the stone he stepped on shifted beneath his foot. I found myself counting silently to myself, backward, and when I hit zero we mounted the last step and reached the summit of the hill.
Intellectus?
My friend didn’t scream as bullets tore into him. He just jerked once in a spray of scarlet and went limp.
Michael is done being a Knight.
bar of blue-white fire so dense that it was nearly a solid object lashed across the distance from me to Tessa and slammed into her like an enormous spear.
Soulfire?
JAKE.
Uriel.
“Maybe one archangel invested his strength in this situation overtly and immediately.
Gabriel?
The burned hand teaches best,’” I read aloud. I made my way back to my seat and shook my head. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Watchman,
Uriel.
“The Prince of the Host is all pomp and ceremony, and when he moves it is with the thunder of the wings of an army of seraphim, the crash of drums, and the clamor of horns.
Michael.
The Trumpeter never walks quietly when he can appear in a chorus of light.
Gabriel.
The Demon Binder takes tasks upon his own shoulders and solves his proble...
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Raphael.
But the Watchman…” Mab smiled. “Of the archangels, I like him the most. He is the quiet one. The subtle one. The one least known. And by far the most dangerous.”
Uriel.
But I can say this much: He has given you the potential to be more of what you are.”
Soulfire.
“It’s sort of like using rebar inside concrete,” Bob said. “You put a matrix of rebar in, then pour concrete around it, and the strength of the entire thing together is a great deal higher than either one would be separately. You could do things that way that you could never do with either the rebar or the concrete alone.”
“Your soul and your magic fused together, yeah,” Bob said. “Your soul converted into energy. Soulfire. In this case, the spirit energy drawn from your aura right around your right hand, because it fit the construct so well, it being a big version of your right hand and all. Your standard force-projection spell formed around the matrix of soulfire, and what had been an instantaneous exertion of force became a long-term entity capable of manipulation and exertion to the same degree. Not really more powerful than just the force spell, as much as it was more than simply the force spell.”
“He’s…sort of Old Testament,” Bob said. “You know the guy who killed the firstborn children of Egypt? Him. Other than that, well. There’s only suspicions. And he isn’t the sort to brag. It’s always the quiet ones, you know?”
“The Sight,” she replied calmly. “Every wizard develops some measure of precognizance as he matures. It sounds to me as if yours has begun to stir, and has recognized a place that may be of significance to you in the future.”
