Dead Of Night (Ghosts & Magic #1) - Plot & Excerpts
The effects of the mask wore off an hour later. There was no warning, no clue. One minute I felt strong and healthy, and could hear the rhythm of the fire magic. The next I was coughing. It was a jolt to my system, and it sucked. It was as though the years in between my diagnosis and that moment vanished all at once, and I was left in the same mental place as I had been when I decided to get wasted instead of going home to my family. The familiar hurt returned. A new one came along for the ride. I had enjoyed the power the mask had afforded me. Now I wasn't convinced it was worth it. I should have expected there would be an untold price. "You okay?" Amos took hold of a bottle of Coke resting in the center console. "Have a drink." I waved it away. My stomach was clenched again, and I felt nauseous. "Are we there yet?" "Eleven miles left. You need another break?" "No. We've wasted enough time already." We had stopped once to gas up. Amos grabbed the snacks and sodas while I went to use the restroom.
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