Nicolas Flamel Novels & Stories

The blood moon. When he and his love mated and sealed their love and their souls. “Wolfram, do you recognize her? You seem to be quite lost in your thoughts,” “Aye, I know the face but not the soul, she is not my Georgette, she’s an evil sprite, how come I didn’t feel it?” he continued to wonder then another thing hit his brain. “Amuasa, the fountain of life,” “Wolfram, what are you saying? That thing came from the holy water of Amuasa?”