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by M. J. Spickett
Category: Dark Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: On a trip back to his home country, Eli Hawke is betrayed by the one person he always thought he could depend on and captured by a rival magician believed dead. He is taken to a place where time moves much differently than normal. As if that's not strange enough, he must come face to face with his own childhood horrors and his feelings for a man he once thought was his enemy. What do you do when friends suddenly become enemies and enemies become friends, and your own sanity comes into question? Even Eli's friends and guardians may not be able to help him this time as his only ally is the spirit of his past incarnation.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/Devine Destinies, 2010 Devine Destinies
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [698 KB]
Reading time: 463-648 min.
A dream gripped Eli.
Duncan Porter sat in his wheelchair at the top of his condominium in London. Michael Sinclair stood next to him, eyeing the street far below. His face was a mixture of awe and remorse as he watched the people and cars passing by.
Porter watched him carefully. He, too, seemed very remorseful, as if his plans had gone array. "Are you certain you wish to do this? I may not be able to reverse the process after it has begun."
Michael smiled smoothly. "Of course, Mr. Porter. I understand there's no turning back."
Porter licked his lower lip and gestured for Michael to kneel before him. The youth did so without question. Porter placed his fingers along his temples and began chanting softly
Eli couldn't make out the words, but was able to see the sudden changes in their auras. The holes that were in Michael's were filling in while Porter's was beginning to deteriorate
After a few moments, Michael pulled back, his hands gently covering Porter's. "How do you feel?" he asked.
Porter was looking around as if caught in a trance. He blinked and looked at Michael. The elderly man smiled. "Different. It's not so noisy."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Michael stood and smiled. His whole aura was different, as if he was no longer the same person. "Good. We have a second chance of finding the Key."
Porter only nodded and began eyeing the street below. "You'll find him. You have the power to help him."
Michael was no longer looking at him, but at the starry night sky and the waxing moon. "I hope. Chaos's power is far stronger than I thought and he has learned to tap into it."
Porter wheeled his chair closer to the edge. "You can do it. I've already seen the future."
Michael glanced over his shoulder in confusion. His eyes widened as Porter suddenly pushed his chair over the edge
But it was too late for even magick to come to his aid. Michael fell to his knees at the edge and watched in horror as Duncan Porter slammed into the concrete below.
However, it wasn't Porter's death that pulled at Eli. He had heard about the warlock's suicide months earlier. It was Michael's aura that drew him as he followed the older boy running down the stairs until he was outside cradling the warlock's broken body. It was no longer Michael Sinclair's it was--