Ryan World Book Novels & Stories

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

He still went by Beta Vashkov although he’d pretty much taken over all of Ryker’s duties. Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes and sat on the bed. With a flick of one hand, I summoned a ball of red smoke that grabbed the book from a table a few feet away from me and brought it to my lap. I flipped through the pages until I found one page that contained a little piece of information on Mad Wolf. The tip of my finger traced the picture of the sword as I read the same three paragraphs that I’d been reading for more than five dozen times.