Nora Smith Audio Book Novels & Stories

The smell of ash always proceeded her. Despite how freshly washed her uniform was. Smoke. Fire. Brimstone. No. Something older. Something that didn’t smell like it burned, so much as it remembered burning. Nora Carver stepped into the archives without knocking, and the air grew tense. She didn’t need to speak. I knew this wasn’t a social call. Not from the set of her shoulders. Not from the way her eyes flicked around the room once, hunting for sigils and watchers and everyone else but me.

“I can do this. It’s fine. A power boost to help make everything right. It’s okay.” Quickly, she reached out and grabbed hold of the ancient book. Nora clutched it to her chest and smiled. She turned to look at Winter and Roman. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I totally did it!” “Awesome!” Winter said, smiling. “But wait. Somethings not right.” “What do you mean?” Nora asked. “The book isn’t glowing. Normally, when someone from the family touches it, the book glows.” Nora raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s broken?”

Lira built a small fire near the doorway while Grayson checked the perimeter. Nora sat near the flickering light, the shard resting on her lap. It glowed faintly gold, then red, then flickered out. When she closed her eyes, she saw flashes not visions, but fragments. Kael’s face, blurred and distant; a vast plain of silver light; a shadowed figure standing in a ring of runes, whispering her name. Then she heard him again. You shouldn’t be here. Her heart clenched. “Then where should I be?”