“She won’t be able to see me,” Cole whispered. “Distract her, and I’ll cast on her.”
“Black magic,” Talia clarified. “You mean you’re going to cast black magic.”
“If I have to.”
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 170
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Daniela Ferraro hopped out of the other vehicle before it had come to a full stop and tore open Talia’s passenger door. She was casting so fast, one moment she was a scared, dark-haired woman and the next she was covered in frost.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 176
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Talia held onto Cole, so overwhelmed with sensation and emotion she didn’t feel human anymore. More like free-flowing electricity. Like starlight. Like a force of nature.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 192
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Talia had never cast with another necromancer. And Cole wasn’t any necromancer. A tingle started behind her belly button and expanded like fireworks in a hot July sky.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 102
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“Anyway,” Cole said, “I was trying to memorize a couple of helpful spells.”
Helpful was misleading, though. “Defensive or offensive?” Talia asked because no black magic was helpful.
“A little bit of both, I guess,” he admitted. “Like this one.” He sat cross-legged and flipped pages. “It summons a swarm of stinging insects.”
“Holy crap,” she exclaimed. The more he taught her about necromancy, the less she knew.
Spell of Vanishing, ms pg 162
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