: James R. Tuck
Kensington Publishing Corp.
: 31.49 MB
54. I lunged, thrusting the sword inmy hand toward Selene's head, aiming forone
of those damned absinthe eyes.The witch ducked, knifecoming away from the
child, swingingup to whack into Durendal's steel.She dropped Sophia's son,
dancing back,chanting theentire time. Sorcery spilledout of hermouth in
began to gatherinside thedomelike a thunderstorm,
pressing with an intensity that was barometric. The Werechild she'd held hostage
rolledoff the edge ...