The Calling [Sweep 7] by Cate Tiernan

Author:Cate Tiernan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Occult, Body, Social Issues, Young Adult Fiction, Magic, Morgan (Fictitious Character), Morgan (Fictitious Character : Tiernan), Morgan (Fictitious Character: Tiernan), Juvenile Fiction, Witchcraft, Teenagers, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Fantasy, Witchcraft & Wicca, Mind & Spirit, Teenagers - Conduct of Life, Good and Evil, Friendship, Occultism, Good and Evil in Literature
ISBN: 9780142410226
Publisher: Speak
Published: 2001-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

"Want me to try scrying?"

"I've scryed my way to Samhain and back again and I haven't seen a trace of Killian."

"I know. But I scry with fire," I reminded him. "I might get a different result."

He shrugged and reached for a thick, ivory candle on the coffee table-one that Bree must have bought the day before-and pushed it toward me. "Be my guest," he said, but his voice was skeptical.

I settled myself cross-legged on the floor. I focused on my breathing, but my thoughts didn't slip away as easily as they usually did. I wondered if I'd be able to transfer what I'd done with the crystal to fire. Whether this time I'd be able to control the vision.

"Morgan?"

"Sorry," I said. "I got distracted. Let me try again. You want to see where Killian is right now?"

"That'd be a start."

"Okay." Again I focused on my breathing. This time I felt my mind quieting and the tension draining from my muscles. I stared at the candle's wick, thought of fire, and the candle lit. I let my eyes focus on the flame, sinking deeper into my meditative state until the coffee table, the room, Hunter, even the candle itself faded from my consciousness. There was only the flame.

Killian. I let a picture of him as he'd been at the club fill my mind-confident, cocky, laughing, with that heady mix of danger and delight in his own power.

I focused on the fire, asked it to give me the vision that I sought, to show me Killian as he was right now. I asked it to let me in, and I sent my energy toward it. I couldn't touch it the way I'd touched the crystal. The fire would burn me. But I let my power flicker beside it, calling to its heat and energy.

Something inside the flame shifted. It danced higher, blazed brighter. Its blue center became a mirror, and in it I saw Killian in profile. He was alone in a dark, dilapidated room. There was a window across from him, casting reddish light across his face. Through the window I could see some sort of gray stone tower, partly cloaked by a screen of bare tree branches. Killian seemed frightened, his face pale and drawn.

I sent more of my power to the flame, willing more of the vision to appear, something that would give a clue to his location. The flame crackled, and Killian turned and looked straight into my eyes. Abruptly, the connection was severed. I pushed back a surge of annoyance and focused on the flame again. Again I asked for the vision of Killian as he was now and sent my energy to dance with the flame.

This time there was no vision. Instead, the flame winked out, almost as if someone had snuffed it. I blinked hard.

The rest of the room came back into focus.

Hunter was watching me, his eyes inscrutable. "I saw him," he said in an odd tone. "And I wasn't joining my power to yours.

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