So Night Blade is up in the Battle of the Books…wanna vote for me?

Paranormal Cravings  is where the poll is going.  Kit can use allllll the help she can get.

(unfortunately the site doesn’t load for everybody…you can try clearing your cache –hit control & F5 together — but if that doesn’t work, I don’t know how to help)

Here’s a snippet… from Broken Blade.

I put myself at Justin’s side, noting yet again that the silver on his sleeves had started to spark.  His dreads whipped around in an unseen wind. “What the hell is this?” I asked, but my voice was lost in the magic maelstrom.

“Old magic,” he shouted.  “Not felt anything like it in a while.  Just stay by me.”

I felt the odd, static warmth of his magic wrap around me—it had a strange, metallic sort of feel and made me thing of blades clashing, shields flashing in the morning sun.

The two magics built and built—that foreign presence that I didn’t like, at all, and Justin’s familiar magic, like a giant warrior mantling over us, shield lifted and ready.

And then, as abruptly as it had started, it died.  It didn’t fade, it just ended.

Justin cut a dark look my way and snapped, “Next time I tell you there’s too much magic to trust to a charm, will you listen?  You know blades. I know magic and—”

I put a hand on his arm.

Somebody was coming.

I could hear her.

Felt each footstep like an echo on my soul.