Slumped on the floor, Nevain’s lifeless body was framed in the elegant light. Idly staring up at the ceiling, his dull eyes reflected the moons’ soft glow. The cinders that were crusted around the gaping hole of the young man’s charred chest cavity were now cold, but despite the open window, the scent of burnt flesh still enveloped the room.

no one else in known history had dared awaken a Runic tool of such dark danger and ominous power

when Catherine asked if she was very likely to similarly fall out an open window

when Catherine asked if she was very likely to similarly fall out an open window