Chapter 10
Screams and cries surrounded Oisin. Prayers and shouts about demons and doom echoed in his ears, and bodies pressed tight around him as the congregation struggled to find some way out. He could only just see Caydren, standing on the dais beside the altar. Most of the candles had been dropped and gone out, but flame climbed rapidly up one drape and soon the whole building might be on fire. Caydren was stepping slowly forward, and in a moment he’d be in among the crowd of worshipers, killing them.
Oisin had to do something. He focused his will. He hadn’t prepared a spell to put out fire, but that should still be fairly simple, it was only snuffing the flame, not fighting another mage.
“Out, cease, be done,” he said to the flame, and it went out.
So did every other candle in th
