by Clayton Wood
And at the same time, desperately hoping that he would.
Sabin held the growing magic in his mind's eye, his flesh consumed with torment. He hesitated, knowing that he could end his pain once and for all. He could be free of this hell he'd suffered through for so long.
With a single thought, he could finally be at peace.
They’ll come for me, he reminded himself.
He hesitated for a moment longer, then gathered his courage, twisting the strand of magic in his mind's eye. He wove quickly, until the strand formed a tight, pulsating ball in the center of his brain. He held the pattern there, feeling one last burst of fear grip him. He ignored it, secure in the knowledge of what he had to do.
So be it, he thought.
He shoved the pattern outward, and streamed as much magic as he could to it.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue