Like the rest of us, she was dressed in pajamas. It was the longest her hair had been since I'd known her. She was around my 5'6 and had aurically colored purple hair down in a short bob. We should check to see if our rings still work with each other," Emily said.Įmily had a scrawny look about her. "Wherever we are, my gram can't find us." I saw fear in his eyes as he dug his ring out of the dirt. "Agatha Coldwood, Grandmother, Agatha Coldwood, Mistress, Agatha Coldwood, Lady of Her House, here the call of the son of your line." A yellow pop of light flared, I felt a pulse of energy shoot under my feet under the guise of lowly rumbling earth, and then Reg shook his head and frowned. He pricked his finger with the blade, brushed the face of his ring with his bloody finger, and buried the totem in a mound of dirt. The black-handled knife was a foci to cut through magic and direct your own out into the world. This was the knife meant for sacrifice and direction. He grabbed his black-handled athame from his belt. Where our Coat of Arms was an hourglass above a crossed wand and a sword, the Coldwood coat of arms was a sturdy oak tree, stars were hanging from it's branches, and the words From Coldest Morn in silver engraving around the edge. I held the Heir ring, hers was simply a ring designating her as a member of our house. Wherever we were, we were far out of range of any Andrews holdings. I didn't feel so much as a single thaum call out to the void. The wind swirled around me in an emerald haze, and my ring didn't even glimmer. "Bethany Andrew, Mum, Bethany Andrews, Teacher, Bethany Andrews, Lady of Her House, come forth!" I shouted. As long as I lived, and wore that ring, I would forever be the Heir of House Andrews. I could feel Power from the Family Fount deep neath the townhouse, although connection was dim here. The ring had gained a new potency ever since my bloodline adoption. If my Gram is in the same hemisphere as us, she'll feel my summons." He said, I nodded. "We'll take care of it in a moment, I want to try my Heir Ring first." I replied. I was suddenly aware of the cold silver bell burned into my wrist with magical ink. "Should we start mapping this?" He asked. "I know how to break a space." I said, flashing briefly to that lesson this summer. "Stephen, has Bethany trained you in non-Euclidean spatial navigation yet?" Reginald asked. I ignored the urge to mutter something back here. The fingerprints erased themselves as I swiped across the mirror. I'll call Vince." I told her, even as I was tracing his runic code across the surface of my mirror. Reginald had already done the same, and Emily had fished her own mirror from her pocket. It paid dividends to have a rich inventor for a mother. If there was a mirror obelisk within a few miles of me, that code would have broadcast a high priority message. That meant I was out of range of the entire mirror network. The mirror fogged and then cleared again. I traced the combination of six Norse runes that would connect me to Bethany, my adopted mother. I frowned and pulled a mirror from my pocket. The raven circled the clearing a couple of times before it vanished. I whispered my message and it leapt into the air. A wispy raven coalesced into existence, and it settled on my shoulder. He began whirling through the rune motions that would conjure a spectral message. If you haven't read book one, you might be a little lost.Īs soon as we exited the mirror, Reg was on the move. Author's Note: This is the second book in a series.
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