Blood Spells (The Final Prophecy, Book 5)

Blood Spells (The Final Prophecy, Book 5)

Jessica Andersen

Language: English

Pages: 257

ISBN: 0451231651

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Mayan lore and modern science warn that 12/21/2012 will bring a global cataclysm. Dark forces stand poised to crush mankind. The only hope rests with a secret group of modern magic-wielders called the Nightkeepers. But as Patience White-Eagle and her husband, Brandt, team up as a mated warrior pair, they will face a deadly threat that will test their powers-and their love...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

whether they should pay attention to their parents or the winikin . Wood’s eyes were closed, his skin sickly pale. Patience was leaning over him with her hands overlapped, applying direct pressure to his upper chest. Blood streamed between her fingers. Oh. Shit. Brandt stumbled over. “No. Oh, no. Please, no.” The whispered plea bled from his lips in a jumbled almost-prayer. He dropped down beside Woody, his knees cracking into the stone, and took his winikin’s hand. “Shit. Woody!” The winikin

head’s been through a lot in the past twelve hours or so.” Twelve hours. He glanced to the other side of the bed and saw his reflection in the glossy black bottom of a tipped-over pot. Magic. “You found a spell that could bring me back.” “With help from Lucius.” Her expression took on a glint of defiance. “And the oracle.” He stifled the instinctive wince, not wanting to get into another back-and-forth about her wasting time on a pointless hobby when they had more important things to worry

his eyes, the suppressed excitement that said he’d figured something out. Be strong, she told herself, not even sure she knew what that meant anymore, but sure she couldn’t keep going on the way things had been between them for so long. She lifted her chin. “What?” He closed the distance between them with long-legged strides and stopped opposite her, so they stood face-to-face very near the heavily carved sideboard that was one of the few pieces of furniture in the hallway. It was almost

stop. And when I tried to fix things, it felt like my head was ripping itself apart.” “And now?” Her mouth had gone suddenly dry. “The second I figured it out, the headache quit. I know what’s going on now, so my protective instincts don’t need to clash with my wanting to be with you.” “Gods,” she whispered. “Everything’s going to be different from now on. I promise.” He held out a hand. “Come on. Let’s go brief the others. You’re right—we need to work together to come up with a plan.” But

asked Brandt to draw the mark he’d cut out of his leg, and he sketched out a glyph that was reminiscent of a sailboat on the ocean, with seagulls flocking around the mast, all contained within a round-cornered square. The air went thin in her lungs and the low-grade nausea in the pit of her stomach kicked up several notches. She leaned in, touched the picture. “Akbal.” “What?” “It’s the name of the glyph,” Lucius said. “Akbal. It symbolizes the third day of the everyday calendar of the

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