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458 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2007







He was more comfortable with spoken charms, because he could better control the outcome. Seph loved the cadence of magical language. He rolled the ancient charms off his tongue, conjuring words from the ancient magi. Sometimes the words came from within, like a spring bubbling up from a deeper pool.
Trevor Hill was worried about Seph. He knew from experience that one night of “therapy” was life changing. From what he’d seen and heard, Seph had suffered through forty or fifty of them. Yet there seemed to be something iron-hard in Seph, some stubborn instinct for survival that kept him going.
Still, he could tell that Seph was failing. He looked frail, insubstantial, like someone whose spirit is devouring his flesh. By new, he might actually be mentally ill, his brain damaged by days and nights of torture.