The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
It was a solid column of kinetic energy, drilling into the spot where the knife, the book, and the bead lay.
It wasn't just light. It was matter.
Barzil watched, his jaw muscles bunching tight enough to ache, as the light began to weave.
It started with the skeleton.
A skull formed from white fire. Then a spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, clicking into place with a sound like snapping dry wood. Ribs curled outward from the sternum, knitting together in a fast-forward biological horror.
Barzil’s stomach turned over. Bile rose in his throat, acidic and hot. He swallowed it back down.