Excerpt from Manifest the Magic
Steigan woke bathed in sweat. He kicked the quilts off him as though his nightmare had set them aflame in the explosive shower of hot embers chasing him to the waking world. He tried to ease his breathing, telling himself he wasn’t in a room on fire with gray monsters surrounding him.
Pale morning light pressed against the edges of the cloth covering the windows giving him just enough light to see his surroundings. He could barely make out the shape of the large bureau with two long candles sitting atop like horns. Only that he remembered blowing them out last night kept him from panicking about a demon being in his room. Still, he feared that one day he would wake face to face with the beasts that haunted him.
The same terrible dream night after night as
