The Witch's Hunger (The Fay Morgan Chronicles Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I stood, shook out my cloak, and stomped the mud from my boots. It took me a while to locate my crystal ball. It lay on the ground, rolled into a corner. I grabbed it and ordered it to take me back to London. A moment later I stood inside Ada’s apartment. The dry air full of the whir of computers air surrounded me, itching and strange. My first thought was that it had not been wise leaving Merlin without a sleep spell last night. He was a clever man, and it was unwise to give him time alone to ponder things. The moment he had a passing thought that I might be hiding the Grail would be the same moment that the long truce between us fell away. I felt an odd echo inside me as I thought those thoughts. It wasn’t a memory coming back, but something more primal. I had felt these feelings before, this strange mix of rage and sadness, of loneliness and paranoia. Because surely, before I lost my own history to the forgetting spell, surely back then I had wrestled with keeping the Grail away from Merlin and any others who might seek it.
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