Firebrand
Rex DeVille felt a trickle of heat. It started in his belly and radiated out to his right hand. At the center of his palm, a tiny red flame that smelled of mulling spices appeared. For a moment, he could ignore the cold wind whistling down the walking path next to Cascade Creek in Rochester, Minnesota. He could swear the little flame giggled and then ducked behind his thumb.
"What are you doing?" Lawrence's voice sounded annoyed and was edged with anger. His white cowl with gold piping along the edges and the winter jacket hidden under his robe made him seem like a much bigger man. "You should be paying attention."
Lawrence and the other four Druids had to perform the ceremony for Imbolc, one of the high days meant to assure the transition of the season to spring. If they coul
