A Peek at Deep Magic: Prologue
Lucinda Santiago sat huddled on an uncomfortable antique chair in a corner of her bedroom. The day outside the sheer curtains that framed the window was dark, dank, and gray. A little early for Southern California’s stereotypical June gloom of clouds and low fog, since it was only the start of May, but the weather matched her mood perfectly.
No, actually, if it was going to accurately reflect her mental state, then rain should be pouring down, the skies torn apart by thunder and lightning. This part of California didn’t get that kind of weather very often, though.
Muffled voices drifted up to her from downstairs, although Lucinda couldn’t make out whose they were. Joaquin Escobar must be one of them; the dark warlock from Central America never seemed to le
