Hayle Coven Novels
It stretched upward into the gloom of the vaulted chamber and I realized only then we weren't in town hall's basement anymore.
Fergus stopped half way to the Gate, old eyes drifting over it with a loving but anxious expression. "Safe," he whispered. "And just in time."
Liam and I exchanged a relieved smile. We'd actually done it. Galleytrot chuffed beside me, sinking to his haunches. Liam approached the old portal, not quite touching the surface. Emboldened by his act, I stepped forward for a closer look. My gaze followed the beautiful artwork etchings of fairies and monsters chasing upward from the bottom of the framework, the intricate carvings clearly not created by mortal hands. The wood
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