Wild Spark (Dark Magic Enforcer Book 8) by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 2016-12-20T07:00:00+00:00

A Slight Tear

A little information was better than none, so I decided to work with what I had. I wished I'd learned a little more about this side of the Empty and the magical world in general, but it was too close to spiritual matters for me to ever study it much. It takes a certain kind of person to want to tamper with a soul as it's just not done, almost taboo.

You don't mess with the afterlife, especially your own, not like this, and you certainly don't do it to others. Who knows what godly vengeance will be rained down on you for messing where you ought not to mess? But right now, I wished I'd studied and knew how the hell to get out of this.

Maybe Mithnite was right and all I had to do was focus on breaking through, connect with my body and get back where I belonged. The million questions I had about my young apprentice could wait, as if I got out of this then I had him to thank. As I changed my focus to get back to the land of the living, I felt a surge of pride that he'd sought me out in the way he had. Maybe I wasn't such a bad mentor after all.

Now I knew what had happened, I found new focus. Just think about my body, about my physical form. Search it out and will myself back into place.

This wasn't my world, this wasn't where I belonged. I belonged back on solid ground where I could blast the dark arts and Kate would fix me when I inevitably got broken.

Broken! That was it!

Focus on the pain. I was good at pain, it was my closest companion and had been for as long as I could remember.

Focus on the dog bite. Let the sensations of ripped flesh and chipped bone overwhelm me. Feel the shredded muscle, the terrier's teeth against my shin as it scraped flesh and bone.

And my suit! That damn dog had torn my suit. It was a real smart one, too.

Something clicked into place in my reality as my anger rose and my indignation at being abused in such a manner consumed me. For once, my obsession with looking dapper would help me out of my slight predicament.

I focused on my leg and looked down as sensations from overstimulated nerves engulfed me. I felt sick and like a demonic swarm of hellhounds were attacking me as I willed the physical agony into being in my ethereal form. Red sparks of angry hurt spasmed around my lower leg as I watched the limb glow red and feel more solid. I focused and willed my mind there until the hurt flared bright in my mind's eye.

Clinging to it, drawing close the familiar sensation of frayed flesh and nerves and the ravaging of my body, I felt my leg twitch even though it didn't move.

That must be me, the real me.

Deeper I went, mind screaming with agony as the full extent of the damage became apparent.

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