The Ritual Shantel Tessier Novelas e Histórias

“When do we start?” “Take off your shirt,” she said. “And give me your name.” “Robbie.” I added the last name because if you’re going to offer yourself to a ritual, you do it honest. “Michaels.” “Fine.” She set a small dish on the lip of the circle. “Spit.” I did. She sprinkled a pinch of the glittering dust into it. It fizzed. I pretended I wasn’t impressed.

But as soon as the blood touched the floor, it turned into ashes. Something in the deepest part of me stirred in fear, but I pushed it aside. I was no longer that weak Rylan, I was now reborn. I had to complete the ritual. ‘Makillah kweyah sangisa bango... bakoma el loco moco... Roih ya butuh alamuka..." I kept chanting the lines as I went from door to door, repeating the process. I had just completed the last door, when Cassian suddenly appeared in the hallway.