Dowser Series by Meghan Ciana Doidge

Author:Meghan Ciana Doidge [Doidge, Meghan Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-927850-43-5
Publisher: Meghan Ciana Doidge

I might have lost a little time, because I realized that I’d managed to stand upright, though I was still shaking with pain. The spell was still in my bloodstream. At least that was what it felt like.

Extremely disjointedly, I thought about trying to channel the spell into something magical. Except I had only my knife on me, and I didn’t know what adding such a spell would do to it. Served me right for wearing a pretty dress without pockets. Served me right for thinking I was worthy of such a dress in the first place. That my life was one where such dresses were wearable and —

“Standing already,” Sienna said. “Impressive. One of my test subjects was out for two days. And the other — a human — died.”

Jesus, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My ears had to be lying, right along with my dowser senses. Was this just a crazy, creepy extrapolation of Sienna’s tendency to exaggerate? Or was my sister actually as blood-frenzied as she sounded?

“How did you get to Portland?” I asked. I was attempting to control my convulsing limbs. I wasn’t sure I was capable of doing anything more than standing.

“It seems a strange choice, doesn’t it?” Sienna took a few steps closer to me. I still couldn’t see inside the hood, though. “Cute dress.”

“I wore it just for you.”

Sienna laughed and clapped her hands together. She’d let her nails — painted black, obviously — grow too long. They were beginning to curl. Totally icky. Her laugh hit me like chewing glass, running all along my spine. Not that I’d ever chewed glass before. Ironically, it cleared more pain away from my overloaded nerves.

“Sienna —”

“No,” she snapped. “Not Sienna. Not some dull witch name. I’m Valencia now.”

I laughed. It came out through my pain a lot like gurgling. “Like the orange? Disney called. They’re alleging copyright infringement —”

“It means power in Spanish, moron.”

Sienna hit me with the spell a second time.

I brought the knife I still clutched in my right hand up in time to cut through it, but half of it still hit my left side, shoulder to hip. My left knee buckled and I fell sideways to the ground. I tasted blood in my mouth. I must have bitten my tongue. That typical sort of pain was easily and utterly overwritten by the fireblood spell.

Except … it wasn’t quite as bad as the first time. This time I was capable of screaming.

Sienna crouched down beside me and brushed her fingers through the riot of curls covering my face. I couldn’t even lift my head, let alone my knife.

“Amazing now, aren’t I?” she said. “I figured it out. Well, one in three times, anyway. How to bind the magic to me.”

“More stolen magic,” I croaked. I was starting to worry about whether the pain was more than just a spell perceived by my brain as painful. I was starting to worry it was doing permanent damage to my veins and arteries.

“What do you think you do with your little trinkets? That magic doesn’t belong to you, either.

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