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The Council is the governing Coven over the Land of Five, a region entirely inhabited—and split apart—by witches with varying powers.
Lilith Lace, a witch thought to be born powerless, happily resides in Ignis, the Coven of Fire, until she suddenly develops telekinesis, an ability only seen in some witches born in Mentis, the Coven of the Mind. She's terrified of it, unsure who she can trust. Her best friends, Helena and Clio, are hot and cold about what she can do, leaving Lilith even more unsure about her future.
At her Arcane Ceremony, the truth comes out.
When the Council learns what she can do, she’s taken under their wing and is finally told the truth—everything she’s learned about the Land of Five, herself included, have been nothing but lies.
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A training session with the Adept is a high honor to any of the members of our class, but I don’t feel as if it has the same effect on me. The relationship between Clio and me is different than theirs and for that reason, I’m not sure if it will hurt or help. After the day I’ve had, I can almost guarantee something bad is bound to come from it.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I look at the blank spot where the wound had been. Ambrossi had already warned me away from a second accident, and I know not to take it lightly.
“Scared, are we?” Clio asks. “Maybe you don’t have powers after all. You know, I never took you for a liar before.”
I stare at him for a long moment, observing the way he looks at me through haughty eyes. He’s trying to egg me on with the oldest psychological trick in the book, and I hate that it works. He knows what he’s capable of, and I hate him for that fact too. I would give anything to have his confidence.
Of all the people I had ever known, he is the only one to treat me as an equal…in his own strange way, and I owe him for it. Thanks to my accident, everyone else in our Coven looks at me with pity—besides Fern of course. In a weird way, I appreciate the fact that of the other witches, Clio—our Adept—had chosen me as his rival.
It’s an honor…even for someone as mixed up as I am.
“You’re on,” I say, pacing backwards.
“Standard rules?” he calls, assuming his stance a few feet away.
“You bet,” I reply, balling my hands into fists at my side. Once again, it’s hard to see him in the dark, but I don’t let the thought overwhelm me. I breathe in deep, just as I had done while studying the vase, and let an eerie sense of calm wash over me.
We stare each other down before he lifts a hand, sending a blast of fire my way. The spark of orange shines dazzlingly bright, but I’m ready for it. I copy his gesture and create an invisible shield around me before I use the other hand to send him flying, ending the battle as soon as it had begun.
His eyes grow wide as soon as his feet leave the ground, and his expression of terror will be forever etched into my mind. I smile when I hear him gasp in surprise upon landing and fight the urge to ask if he’s okay.
I don’t want him to know how out of control my powers are.
After a minute, he sits up, kneeling as he peers at me through confused and pained eyes.
“Does this mean I win?” I tip my head to side and send him my best innocent look.
“You didn’t say you were telekinetic,” he breathes, dusting himself off as he stands to his feet.
“You didn’t ask,” I point out. “Besides, I thought you heard everything from your eavesdropping.”
“Not enough apparently. You must be nervous as Hell for the Arcane Ceremony tomorrow,” he says. “And here I was thinking I had it the worst.”
“Not really.”
“I sense a lie in your tone.”
“My situation…it isn’t common,” I remind him. “I don’t know how the Council will react…how anyone will react.”
“If they’re normal, they’ll handle it like me."
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Kayla Krantz is a proud author, responsible for a number of fantasy novels, and is fascinated by the dark and macabre. Stephen King is her all-time inspiration, mixed in with a little bit of Eminem and some faint remnants of the works of Edgar Allen Poe. When she began writing, she started in horror, but somehow drifted into thriller and fantasy. She loves the 1988 movie, “Heathers.” Kayla was born and raised in Michigan, but traveled across the country to where she currently resides, in Texas.
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