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Bone magic.
My stomach shriveled to the size of a walnut, leaving me with a well of terror where my insides should have been.
I didn’t know much about bone magic. Eric had only ever mentioned it once while I was having a nervous breakdown in the catacombs hidden within the Library. You know, the Vault of the Dead where the Keepers of the Dead protect the bones of the dead from people who want to steal bones and use the power left behind by dead wizards to do spells? That awful place.
When Eric had mentioned bone magic, I hadn’t really been in a place to ask a ton of questions about how a person could use the power left in a wizard’s bones to create magic for themselves.
But now that the woman who had kidn*pped us was using bone magic to make up for the fact that she hadn’t been bor
