AMELIA
“I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.”
The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time.
“Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”
She only gave me a shrug.
“I did put my blood on it. What did I do wrong, Zarah?” I glared at her again, and she just looked at me with all her bored face. “It must have told you something.”
“It’s not your blood, you i***t. It’s your power.” She rolled her eyes wi
