Chapter Twenty-EightThe spell was now almost complete, and it was as though the whole moor was holding its breath whilst the magic took place. There were no birds in the sky, the breeze had dropped and even the clouds appeared stationary, pausing on their journey across the horizon in order to observe the witch.
Kiera picked up the candle and tilted it over the piece of card in front of her. The wax dripped down slowly, forming a soft, white puddle on the card. Once the wax had ceased to drip, the puddle quivered before splitting into several little estuaries that meandered across the page, sometimes splitting away again and forming separate lines.
Jack frowned at the waxy picture until it occurred to him what he was looking at. “It’s a map.”
Once the picture was complete and the wax ha
