Long Witch Night: A New Adult Urban Fantasy (Red Witch Chronicles 2) by Sami Valentine

Author:Sami Valentine [Valentine, Sami]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocketmaus Publishing
Published: 2019-12-20T05:00:00+00:00

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December 23rd, 12:16AM, Dreamland, The Asylum

Red fled down the asylum hall, spectral feet only yards from the scurrying darkness chasing her. Pushing the double doors open, she ran into a stairwell. The light faded behind her. She only just kept ahead of the shadow’s edge.

Bursting out of the front exit, she spilled out onto the lawn. The lush greenery she had seen through the windows in the odd flashback was replaced by brittle gray grass. She bolted farther down the private driveway, but the ground grew spongy at her feet like black quicksand, her ankles slipped under.

Maxwell materialized in front of her. Shadows curled around his purple velvet suit like coiling snakes.

Nevaeh emerged from the gloom, sparks marched up her arms, glimmering on the black sequins of her dress. Her irises went from blue to onyx, the black leeching into the whites of her eyes.

The asylum crumbled.

It reformed into a broken medieval longhouse attached to a tower pocked with holes as big as dragon bites. A flickering flame in the shadows grew in her peripheral vision. It spread up a pile of logs attached to a tall wooden pole—a stake to burn witches on.

Red pumped her legs through the quicksand, wishing to be in a flower filled meadow instead. The dark warlock and witch closed in as fire sprouted up higher. The Dreamland didn’t obey her wish. It obeyed power.

Maxwell had more.

Nevaeh’s form blinked, then solidified yards forward, toeing the quicksand’s line. Lunging, she grabbed Red by the upper arms, fingers grew into claws and tossed the other witch.

Red landed on solid ground by the pyre, protecting her head. Just the proximity to the smoke and flames heated her face. She sprung to her feet.

Nevaeh stepped forward, grinning. She even seemed taller, augmented by the surreal power of the Dreamland, holding an orb of light. “Not so tough, hunter skank, without your friends around, huh?”

“She never was.” Maxwell smiled at the stake as if it were an old college friend. “Juniper should have burned in the shadows of this old watchtower. Regrettably that vampire saved her.”

Red sprinted to the side to the collapsed gates of the mysterious tower.

“Can’t run if you don’t have legs.” Nevaeh raised her claws. “I had a doll that had hair like you once. I liked her better.”

Red fell forward, heart skipping. Her feet clinked together. Below her knees, her legs had been replaced by porcelain—shiny white with black saddle shoes. She wanted to throw up even as she marveled at the power that Nevaeh seem to wield in the Dreamland. Who knew what the two of them would do together when they had no one to oppose them? Anger pulsed through her. She focused her intention on turning her legs back into flesh.

The Dreamland obeyed her will. Maxwell didn’t hold all the cards. Finally. She popped back up and wished for a baseball bat. It appeared in her hand and she swung it up.

Nevaeh caught it and smirked. “I was all-state varsity on the softball team.

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