“Dreaming, unfortunately, was not. Lannes lost himself in dreams. Part of him knew he was hurt, but it was a small thing, insignificant, compared to the visions inside his head.He saw the witch who’d captured him and his brothers. He saw her for the first time, small and redheaded, a sultry smile that seemed to cut right through him. She wanted him to restore a book, a seventeenth-century grimoire that she claimed to have purchased at auction.He knew it was a lie. But it was a rare book, a decay...ing relic of some human’s attempt at magic, successful or not. He could not help himself.And so, he lost himself.“Magic is a tricky thing,” he heard his father whisper, as he drifted in darkness. “We have never cultivated it for attack or for the harm of others. Not for thousands of years. And so we have lost the seeds of such abilities. But there are others, Lanny. There are others who have no such compunctions. And the seeds of their darkness are strong, as well.”“My boy. My poor son.”And then, another voice in the dark, soft and broken:“Don’t.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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