Books author - "Morgan Cook"
The feeling of it was like no other, the magic rising from you; it drained you as well as filled you. The sound was different to each others, mine was like a crackling fire; mine smelt like roasted pine nuts and forest air. My friends and my brother stood in a circle almost, looking down at the fire, absorbing its energy, we didnβt think it would come to this but it did and now two people were dead and two were in danger and something dangerous that none of us knew existed was coming. Now it
The feeling of it was like no other, the magic rising from you; it drained you as well as filled you. The sound was different to each others, mine was like a crackling fire; mine smelt like roasted pine nuts and forest air. My friends and my brother stood in a circle almost, looking down at the fire, absorbing its energy, we didnβt think it would come to this but it did and now two people were dead and two were in danger and something dangerous that none of us knew existed was coming. Now it