How I Magically Messed Up My Life in Four Freakin’ Days: The Tale of Bryant Adams, Book One by Megan O’Russell

Author:Megan O’Russell [O’Russell, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ink Worlds Press

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Light filled my eyes, revealing a space so strange, I had to blink for a few seconds to make sure I was properly seeing what was around me.

There were no windows in the room. All the light came from six mismatched lanterns hung from the ceiling, their flickering flames casting the place in a warm glow. Not that it really needed a warm glow. Every surface was colorful. The table in the middle was draped in purple cloth, which looked soft enough to curl up on and sleep right between the steaming pot of tea and the bowl of skittles that sat out like an interrupted midnight snack.

There were big armchairs and fainting couches scattered around the room in no order I could see. Long strips of fabric in every jewel tone I had ever heard of covered the walls, leaving no trace of a door to anywhere else.

I turned to look for Devon and Elizabeth. They were both behind me, Devon still carrying my mother. And staring down into my mother’s face was a very…striking woman.

She had dark skin and high cheekbones to go with her angular jaw. Her long black eyelashes fanned out like flying butterflies when she blinked, and shimmering eye shadow reached gracefully up to her perfectly shaped brows. Her lips were painted on like a showgirl's, and she wore a turban on her head with a jeweled clip attached to the front.

The woman reached out to touch my mom’s face with her long, deep-purple nails.

“Don’t touch her,” I spat automatically, shouldering forward.

“Now, love,” the woman said, smiling gently at me, “how on earth am I supposed to heal your mother without touchin’ her?” She raised one highly arched eyebrow.

Was that like a thing with magic people? Did they go to eyebrow raising school? Lesson one―How to control magical fire. Lesson two―How to do a perfect skeptical/creepy eyebrow raise.

“You’ll have to forgive Bryant, Lola.” Eric stepped in, though I hadn’t seen him in the room before. “He’s only been a part of our little circle for two days now and has had rather a rough time of it.”

“Looks like it,” Lola said. “Anyone who ends up finding a way to see me this quick is clearly fated for somethin’.” She started toward the table in the center of the room before looking back at me. “I’m not sayin’ what that somethin’ is, but I don’t think you’ll ever have to worry about your life being boring. Good Lord, I should’ve known this day was going to be long when Beville started shakin’ badly enough for the folks topside to notice.”

I wanted to ask what Beville was, why it was shaking, and what that had to do with my mom. Not to mention if I didn’t have to worry about being bored because I was suddenly going to become ridiculously cool and have awesome adventures or because I was going to be killed by the Ladies come morning, but something in the air made me afraid to ask.

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