So I got back up and tried the exact same spell again, only to get pasted flat a second time.
I forced it through anyway, throwing mana at it, and the casting rebounded in my face and knocked me down like I’d run straight into a concrete wall. I was placing myself at the gates, right back where I had been when Orion had given me that final shove.īut the spell didn’t want to be cast, putting up resistance like warning signs across the way: dead end, road washed out ahead. I had the hall visualized as crisp and clear as an architectural drawing, complete with the horrific mass of Patience and the horde of maleficaria behind it, boiling its way towards us. You couldn’t normally use it to go long distances, but time was more or less the same thing as space, and I’d been in the Scholomance ten seconds before. The idea was that I’d be able to use it to hop around from one place to another in the graduation hall-all the better to save people like enclavers from Milan, which is why she’d handed me a spell worth five years of mana for free. A welcome-home bouquet for a trauma victim, meant to ease horror out of my mind and make room for healing and for rest, and as she reached to help me, I heaved myself up howling, “Orion!” and sent the whole thing scattering before me.Ī few months-aeons-ago, while we’d still been in the midst of our frantic obstacle-course runs, an enclaver from Milan had given me a translocation spell in Latin, the rare kind that you can cast on yourself without splitting yourself into bits. Her arms were full of flowers: poppies, for rest anemones, for overcoming moonwort, for forgetfulness morning glories, for the dawn of a new day. The last thing Orion said to me, the absolute bastard, was El, I love you so much.Īnd then he shoved me backwards through the gates of the Scholomance and I landed thump on my back in paradise, the soft grassy clearing in Wales that I’d last seen four years ago, ash trees in full green leaf and sunlight dappling through them, and Mum, Mum right there waiting for me. Sullivan, adapted for ebookĬover design and illustration: Faceout Studio/Jeff Miller, based on images © Shutterstock
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