The Cost of Magic by S T G Hill

Author:S T G Hill [Hill, S T G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

They shot up towards the inward curve of the domed ceiling at incredible speed.

Ellie flinched when they came closer, the most primal part of her brain certain that the bubble of light—the transphere—that she and Arabella shared would shatter both it and themselves when it made contact.

But they didn’t.

Ellie had a brief moment where it felt like she looked into the massive slab that made of the ceiling and then clear sky burst into being around them.

They rocketed upwards another moment, putting the skyline of London into breathtaking view.

That big Ferris wheel, the Eye, stood guard over the band of silver that was the Thames river cutting the city in two.

Ellie had only a moment to look out at it before two more spheres rose up, flanking the sphere she and Arabella shared on both sides.

Circular windows appeared in the gloves of light surrounding them, like three cars all sitting next to each other and rolling down their windows for a chat, letting in a cool flow of outside air.

Thorn looked through one, and Matilda through another. Ellie saw how dust from the battle covered his face. How something, probably a piece of shrapnel from the floor, had cut him above his left eye. He wiped absently at the slow flow of blood from the gash.

Matilda didn’t look much better. Something had almost torn the right sleeve of her trench coat. Every time she took a breath she winced. More tiny cuts covered her face, also coated in fine dust.

Ellie tried not to think about how all those sorcerers just disappeared from whatever the Gem did to them.

“Okay,” Thorn glanced at them all in turn. “You know the plan. We’ll all fly together, and when the pursuit starts me and Matilda will draw the chasers away. Then we’ll meet at the rendezvous point. Got it? Good. Let’s go.”

The windows disappeared so that all Ellie could see were the twin balls of light surrounding Matilda and Thorn, which she assumed was all they could see of her and Arabella.

Which was funny, since she could see through their transphere just fine.

“We’ll be safe really soon, I promise,” Arabella said.

They shot towards London’s downtown, its skyline growing larger with each moment. Ellie found herself looking at the tallest building, which was stabbed upwards into the sky looking like a great, shiny arrowhead.

Some incredible exhaustion weighed on Arabella, her skin pale, her lips thin. Thin, red veins, web-like, occupied the whites of her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie said.

Arabella shook her head and looked at Ellie. When she saw her, she realized what Ellie must see. A moment later she looked healthier, somehow. Some spell, Ellie knew.

Even the charm she’d cast couldn’t hide her grief, however.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Ellie,” she replied.

“I do, though. I’m sorry about Magister Cassiodorian. I’m sorry you had to find out like that… And I’m sorry that he’s dead. That’s my fault, too,” Ellie crossed her arms and watched London rush towards them, unable to look at Arabella for fear of what she might see in her eyes, charm or no charm.

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