Eclipsing Dawn (Dusk Takes Dawn) - Plot & Excerpts
A magic wand wasn’t strictly necessary. A witch only needed something pointy to focus her energies, allowing her to aim spells. However, they didn’t use their fingers. Fingertips tended to singe and sometimes explode. Not fun. Murder on the manicure. Dawn tapped the dirk she used in place of a wand. It remained strapped to her thigh in an embossed leather sheath Duncan had confiscated from a mage drug dealer. The weapon/wand remained where it should be, but Dawn had a nervous habit of checking her equipment. Pausing, she touched the strap of the messenger bag slung over one shoulder, making sure it stayed in place as well. Her tools were crucial. She didn’t have a warrior’s ferocity as protection. Her dirk worked as a tuning fork for spells. Also, if Dawn had to fight up close, the dagger could be used for its original purpose. She tapped the sheath again. Still there. Ten minutes late, she thought, running her hands over the bun she’d secured her chestnut hair in.
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