Saturday, March 26, 2011
The Nature of Magic Blogfest
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Although this scene will probably scraped, at best maybe reused, here's an example of magic in my world. The scene is from my manuscript, Bond of Darkness.
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“One chance,” the voice said, copying Valence’s words. “You got it.”
The poison surged and Valence faltered as he attempted a step. Black-Skin hadn’t turned to regard him.
“Focus everything you have left. Tap your reserves. Don’t reach too far. I’ll hold off the poison.”
Valence spat a dribble of blood and glared at One-Horn’s muscle-parting back side. He eyed two shifting patches of skin, drawing a target. He circled One-Horn in his mind, forming the path for the magic to travel. Valence took the Pearls up, balling them tightly in his palms, and pushed on his will. The channel for the incantation grew wide, breaking the boundaries of the center aisle. Not much was left of it after One-Horn’s tirade, but enough to use as an anchor. The pinched the channel off with a grunt, closing any small escape.
Black-Skin raising his saber to King Pallanza broke the door open on the channel.
“Zinthos Ragnora!” Valence shouted. The channel roared, a whirlwind of force pushing the bloody, unoccupied Imperial armor aside. A white luminescent glow thrummed around his body as the magic rushed out of the Pearls. It pulsed and drove forward, catching the full width of the channel.
Black-Skin swiveled, disappearing behind One-Horn as it turned its face into the ethereal blast.
One-Horn’s skull went left while its body tore right off the bones. Muscles displaced, quivering in the heavy gust, and splattered to the floor like chunks of fresh steak. Its legs were taken from under it, disintegrating to nothing.
When the channel closed off, the static charge of the Pearl magic left frost clinging to the pew remains. The shadow of Black-Skin came for him, but Valence dropped. His weight crashed through the marble it felt, tumbling endlessly.
He’d awake in the clouds, wondering if he would remember Black-Skin killing him.