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Chapter 1
He would have his answer. Finally.
The pain of living this way had become unbearable. He missed her so much.
Needed her more than anything. The price he’d had to pay to find the answer was a
dear one, but well worth it.
The document was fragile. Scrawled in a barely discernable variation of the
Ancient Tongue on a piece of dried human skin. The skin had then been rolled onto a
bone that once belonged to a powerful wizard. The magic, which protected the
document, shimmered in the air as he slowly unrolled it. The faintest zapping
sensation, like tiny pinpricks, traveled over his fingertips.
It was the most amazing thing. And what it would give him was the one piece of
the puzzle he’d lacked, the answer to why his past attempts at raising his beloved had
failed.
He would not fail again.
He read the document for the third time, double-checking to make sure he had
all the necessary ingredients for the revealing spell.
Who’d known each spell in the Book of the Shadows had its own key? Lucky for
him, a mage had owed him a fairly large favor, or he would never have known.
It paid to know people in high places.
He drew the circle on the floor with ash, set the candle in its center and lit it.
Then he read the spell on the scroll aloud, poured the virgin’s blood onto the ground.
Setting the scroll down, he slowly tipped the burning candle, adding the molten wax to
the puddle of blood.
Slowly at first, then quicker, the blood congealed. It turned into a thick black
gelatin, forming words on the ground.