They burst into bright azure flames around his hand that died almost instantly.
“I am not a sorcerer!” he screamed vehemently as he wondered if he had completely lost his mind.CHAPTER NINE
THE RAFT WAS ten spans from the tower when the first of the boys struggling to get up the tower legs noticed Taliesimon and the others. Dark looks, narrowed eyes, and grimaces greeted her on every face.
“Any ideas?” she asked as she pushed the stake, turning the raft to angle around to the other side of the tower. Jonah licked his lips. “Perhaps the raft will give us the reach to jump above the grease, assuming the legs are, in fact, greased.”
“Perhaps,” Okara said, sounding dubious.
“It’s worth a try,” Taliesimon said. As the raft drifted by, a tall, hairless boy reached up to grab the raft as thou
