Daughter Of The Cursed Kingdom – Jasmine Skye

Her hands trembled and she ducked her face against my chest to avoid the stinging shards of sand whipping around us. I tried again. “There is a man following us, an enemy of magic. He would kill us for being a witch and familiar. We came to you for protection.” The Desert stilled. I cupped the back of Rosamund’s head, pulling her as close as I could. I was furious at myself for thinking that it would be safe to go this way.

I’d never gone close to the Desert without a glass witch around before. My mistake might see both Rosamund and me killed. “Please,” Rosamund added, her voice muffled by my chest. She didn’t pull back, but she did turn her head toward the nearest dune. “Help us escape.” Nothing moved for what felt like minutes, though it might have been mere seconds.

Even the wind had stopped, settling all the obsidian sand back onto the dunes instead of swirling around our faces. Finally, the dunes pulled away. First the tips of them trickled down the back sides. Then, with growing speed, entire mounds fell backward, re- formed, and fell again. Within minutes, they were fifty feet away and still fading.

Rosamund and I didn’t move as we watched the dunes retreat. I couldn’t tell if I was shaking or she was. Perhaps both of us. We didn’t have time to bask in our survival long. I was still facing the way we’d come, and with the dunes retreating, I had a clear sight of Prince Vetle charging along the road toward us. “Shit,” I said. Farther ahead, huge obsidian chunks covered the ground. The boulders had become misshapen hills.

At some angles, the obsidian chunks looked like plain black rocks. At other angles, you could see sheer slabs of reflective black glass. I grabbed Rosamund’s arm and tugged her with me to higher ground.

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OceanofPDF.com Content warning: This book contains fantasy violence, graphic depictions of injuries, discussions of trauma and PTSD, gaslighting and manipulation by a parent, death of characters, permanent disability, and suicide. OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 SHAW For all my preparation for Samhain, nothing could have equipped me for how the night had gone. The specter beneath my fingers felt vile. My back screamed from the slashes it had so generously reaped upon me, but I couldn’t dwell on the pain. Holding this monstrosity beneath me was like trying to cling to a wave.

The tide wished to drown me and only Rosamund Holt was holding me afloat. She had the specter pinned by the neck, keeping it outwardly docile. Inwardly, it was anything but. I’d always envisioned specters as especially horrible spirits. Angrier, meaner, and scarier, but fundamentally the same. I’d been wrong. The specter that had formed from Madam Dyer’s curse—this unholy combination of bone witch, feral bone familiar, and ghost—was unlike any undead being I’d ever come across.

The dark energy that flickered off the specter like tendrils of smoke was pure, concentrated death magic. A hundred times more powerful than an average bone magic ritual could produce. A thousand times more powerful than what the average bone witch could control. There was no way to kill this thing. Not alone. Not even with Rosamund’s help.

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