“ I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants. ”
It was not accustomed to being summoned.
~ Laura Oliva
Father Gregory laid a hand on his shoulder. Sometimes life knocks us to our knees. His hand tightened briefly. But that's a damn good position to pray from.
Go do your thing, magic girl.
Something that sounded like ripping metal shredded the deadly quiet. The inaudible bass smoothed into a low, steady hum. Outside, a low, mechanical growl rumbled closer and closer. Darius caught his breath. He knew that sound, and it wasn't magic.It was a motorcycle.
