A Necklace of Water (Balefire, Book 4) by Cate Tiernan

By Cate Tiernan

The Balefire coven has attempted and didn't mirror the unique ceremony that bestowed immortality upon them centuries in the past. a few have been hoping to ultimately die, others to find new reaches of energy. Twins Clio and Thais weren't definite what to anticipate, yet now they're compelled to confront a hidden enemy who nonetheless desires them useless. additionally, they're dealing with the affection they either think for a similar individual, who has ultimately made his selection. Readers who wolfed the 1st 3 books during this thrill-ride sequence should be death to work out what occurs subsequent, and they'll be rewarded with a stunning flip of occasions that nobody will expect!

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Yes,舡 I said, locking the office door. 舠But I舗m just leaving. 舡 The footsteps stopped a few feet away from me. 舠Please, Mr. Dresden. I舗ve got to talk to you. 舡 I sighed, without looking at her. She舗d said the exact words she needed to in order to kick off my protective streak. But I could still walk away. Lots of people got to thinking that magic could dig them out of their troubles, once they realized they couldn舗t escape. 舠I舗ll be glad to, Ma舗am. 舡 I locked the door and started to turn away.

But you aren舗t who you think you are. You舗re a ghost. A reflection. 舡 舠N-no,舡 she said, her voice shaking. 舡 舠It is true,舡 I said. 舡 舠No,舡 the spirit moaned, her eyes closing. 舠No, no, no, no. 舡 She started singing to herself again, low and desperate舒no enchantment to it this time, no unconscious act of destruction. But the infant girl still hadn舗t inhaled, and her lips were turning blue. 舠Listen to me, Agatha,舡 I said, forcing more of my will into my voice, lacing it with magic so that the ghost could hear me.

I unbound the talisman from my arm, feeling the silent pop of energy as the knot came undone. Then I took her left wrist and turned her hand over to tie the talisman onto her. There were pale scars on her arm舒the vertical kind that run along the big veins. The ones you get when you舗re really serious about killing yourself. They were old and faded. She must have gotten them when she was . . what? Ten years old? Younger? I shuddered and secured the little braid of musty cloth and silver chain about her wrist, willing enough energy into it to close the circle once the knot was tied.

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