She Runs with Wolves
“Flame of ginger, guard us tonight. Guard us onwards with all your might. Peaceful flame, orange light, keep watch of us, all through the night.”
She repeated it to herself a few times, staring intently at the candle, and, a few beats later, I joined in. A tiny, amused part of me was acting as an onlooker, a little smirk watching me from the back of my brain, but I kicked it aside. I wanted this to work, and I had the feeling that I had to believe in it if it was going to.
Bab Populer