Chapter Sixteen

The star filled night reminded me of a quilt my friend Linda kept over her bed.  Its deep navy background created the perfect palate for the brilliant white and gold stars that were too many to count.  Linda’s quilt didn’t twinkle with life like the night sky did, but that was the only difference. Whoever crafted that quilt did a fine job of capturing the essence of a starry night.

As we approached the circle, the apprehension I’d been nursing about the ruse Helen and I were playing rose within me. This was not any ordinary group of people. This was a group of people who had magical abilities.  Grant it some had stronger abilities than others, but they all had them to some level. I had no desire to anger any of them and find out who knew what.

Lady Helen seemed oblivious to the risks we were taking as she walked boldly into the center of the circle. Or perhaps she just didn’t care. She held her hands up in the air and silence swep