I'm out of the zone for some. I have to. A human can only handle so much torture before their brains get them in the hole.
This was a really stupid way for our magic to work.
Who were we to say something to those Laurel Cove wolves when we routinely had to torture the mutilated?
That does not make sense.
Marih pauses, trembling all over, sweat pouring all over her. And again, the sudden loss of tension jolted me forward towards Danica.
More blue arcs run upward from the wounds of his arm.
Huh, a bit like Frankenstein's Monster, huh?
Marin is shaking all over the place now, all over the place. The scalpel is hard to hold.
I can't, Will. I can't continue.
I shake my head. "You have to. I can't...I can't fix it, Marih. You're the only one who can."
She is shaking so much that she can hardly breathe. "I would if I could, silly. I can't," she says and collapses to the floor and faints next to Danica.
I look at Danica from one to the other, scared, angry...
