The Crystal Entanglement
The Crystal Entanglement
Can a pile of crystals be evil? They can, especially if they are possessed by the soul of a malevolent witch bent on destruction and revenge on the living. When they become the property of a mad aristocrat the capital becomes the domain of a monster who consumes the souls of both men and wizards; but wizards are tastier.
The year is 1941 and the phoney war is finally over and both sides are flexing their muscles.
Extract:
Wren officer Lucie Chasen of the Fleet Thaumaturgical Auxiliary sat bolt-upright in her bed. She'd gone from a deep sleep to wide awake in a split second. She'd been dreaming about flying on her broom when suddenly the broom had disappeared and she was falling. The ground rushed upwards towards her and, just before impact, she'd woken up.
Just a silly dream, or was it? She knew instinctively that something was wrong, very wrong, and it had nothing to do with her nightmare.Glancing at the clock, which told her that she'd only been asleep a half hour or so, she reached for her clothes and within a couple of minutes she was dressed in her uniform and leaving her barracks.
"To hell with magical restrictions" she told herself and found a secluded corner under some trees where she could magically travel towards the centre of the trouble that she'd sensed.
Instant magical transport wasn’t an easy thing. It involved focussing the mind and using her magic so that her body flew apart into millions and millions of pieces. These pieces spread out and the trick was to keep hold of them all with your mind and then bring them all back together at another spot. Not every wizard could do it and even those that could couldn’t travel too far.
A second passed and then she felt her mind frantically pulling herself together again. The old saying ‘Spread yourself too thin and you’ll come back as a ghost’ came into her mind and she shuddered at the chilling thought. She realised she was re-forming too soon and instinctively she fought to retain her concentration as she emerged. She managed but she couldn't stop herself from throwing up as some parts of her anatomy tried to catch up with other parts...
Wren officer Lucie Chasen of the Fleet Thaumaturgical Auxiliary sat bolt-upright in her bed. She'd gone from a deep sleep to wide awake in a split second. She'd been dreaming about flying on her broom when suddenly the broom had disappeared and she was falling. The ground rushed upwards towards her and, just before impact, she'd woken up.
Just a silly dream, or was it? She knew instinctively that something was wrong, very wrong, and it had nothing to do with her nightmare.Glancing at the clock, which told her that she'd only been asleep a half hour or so, she reached for her clothes and within a couple of minutes she was dressed in her uniform and leaving her barracks.
"To hell with magical restrictions" she told herself and found a secluded corner under some trees where she could magically travel towards the centre of the trouble that she'd sensed.
Instant magical transport wasn’t an easy thing. It involved focussing the mind and using her magic so that her body flew apart into millions and millions of pieces. These pieces spread out and the trick was to keep hold of them all with your mind and then bring them all back together at another spot. Not every wizard could do it and even those that could couldn’t travel too far.
A second passed and then she felt her mind frantically pulling herself together again. The old saying ‘Spread yourself too thin and you’ll come back as a ghost’ came into her mind and she shuddered at the chilling thought. She realised she was re-forming too soon and instinctively she fought to retain her concentration as she emerged. She managed but she couldn't stop herself from throwing up as some parts of her anatomy tried to catch up with other parts...
