Ripper (The Morphid Chronicles Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
His back made a slight arch as his head tilted backward, while the nebula’s power held him in place. A tendril of energy snaked its way from the dark mass to his chest, pulsating and transferring what the Sorcerer so greedily desired. He kept control of the process. Barely. He wanted so much more, but he had to be patient and not give into the delicious power. Gradually, the weakness that had ensued after his encounter with damn Portos and his snotty apprentice ebbed. Soon, his every nerve tingled in that exquisite sensation he’d come to crave. Pure strength flooded through his veins, making him feel indestructible. To his great disappointment, the time to cut the connection came all too soon. And again he could only wonder what it would be like to continue and, for once and for all, exhaust every bit of energy he had harnessed. To eat his fill, so to speak. Little by little, he floated downward, until his feet touched the floor.
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