Incarnate (A Spellmason Chronicle) - Plot & Excerpts
I can sleep when I’m dead. The words repeated over and over in my head like my own personal mantra as Stanis and I flew across the night sky. Although I had caught up on sleep the night before, since then it had been nonstop research, a break for the most cardio-driven cult classic movie ever made, and an evening almost exploding my brain while summoning a pavement wall to escape a mob engineered by gargoyles. Why not add an emotional breakdown with the creature whose arms I flew in as we headed up to Central Park at three a.m.? The only thing keeping me awake right now was the cool night air in my face and an adrenaline rush as we darted across the night sky. “Who are you taking us to?” Stanis asked. “His name’s Fletcher,” I said. “He’s . . . I don’t know what he is, really, but he did get me into the secret cemetery last time. He’s . . . special.”
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