Curse Of The Gargoyles (Gargoyle Guardian Chronicles Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The air coalesced around my body, tight as molasses and equally hard to breathe. My bones sprouted needles of agony, all pushing outward through my skin as magic leeched from my body. I stretched cramping fingers toward the marmot, pushing all my gargoyle-enhanced magic toward it, willing it to live. The other hand I left flung behind me in the normal air, pulling in every scrap of magic I could hold. When Marcus had freed me from the small null pocket, he’d been able to direct his magic across the empty sphere to puncture it, but I couldn’t push the elements more than a few inches from my outstretched hand. No matter how much I strained, the magic oozed from me, the elements squiggling chaotically before dissipating into the dense air and its all-consuming nothingness. I shuffled another constricted step, and pain slid up the arm behind me and closed over my fingertips. All magic vanished. It didn’t snap in a backlash. It didn’t trickle to a thin thread. It ceased to exist, leaving only pain, and I was still a yard from the gargoyle.
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