Bloodbound: Heart Of The Witch
She shook her head and pulled a pillow to her stomach as she slid in his pillows, looking contemplative.
“His magick started two fifty years ago. He vows to the white, sings the good tunes and breaks the promises for the greed of power. Comes, he back, the dark and the mad, crazed with power.” Art traced the lines with his fingers. They sounded like just another myth, just another tale to enchant, to fascinate, but now he knew.
Not everything was just a legend, a myth. He would have never believed the words in this book, if he hadn’t seen some in the first place, gone through it.
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