“Without a word Amatus stepped into their circle, concentrating on offering up whatever strength might be concealed in him to lifting the dark. His insides tingled, his eyes felt sore and old, and there was a half-sob born in his chest, but nothing happened. Beside him, he felt Calliope and Psyche join, and a moment later the Twisted Man and Sir John. He could feel the new strength surging into the circle, but nothing changed. For a long time they stood, giving all their strength to the witches,... growing tired and old but making no gain. Though they did not move, they ached with effort. Then the Twisted Man seemed to glow with a blue fire like lightning, and something surged through them all with a wild, fierce cry in it, an icy fury that looked and saw and judged without pity or compassion, that ripped through the dark to look on Waldo as he was— There was a deep groan in unison, and a flash of lightning crackled through the dark lid of cloud above the city, tearing a widening rent in the black clouds.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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