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The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... Franklin,” the teen answered. “We all went by the color of our auras. I'm Jade, she's Celestite,and that's...” she swallowed, glancing at the corpse of Rashawn Underhill. She had been the fastest runner in his class. “That was Garnet.” “How do you break this nightmare spell?” Kyle demanded of the witch. “Only Celestite could...” “So she'll sleep for how long?” “Forever.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy had tears in her eyes as she started her car. I'll probably never see him again. “Have faith,” Iris whispered. Her guide and companion appeared in a burst of rainbow light. Ishtar had sent her own daughter to lead Christy on her journey of redemption. It was the only way to break Hecate's hold on her and to be free. Helping to rescue Aaliyah was merely the first step. “He won't want me back.” The spirit reached out, touching her hand. “Love is very powerful. It can do great harm or great good.” “That's so true,” Christy muttered, looking at the wreckage in front of the cabin. She turned her car around, driving across the bridge. Fumi had her letter. It would explain her feelings to Kyle. She needed to get moving before Hecate's daughter caught up. Eriynes was close; she could almost hear the spirit's skittering legs. “Where to, Iris?” “Mount Shasta.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celestite's crystal died. The raven familiar cawed. Irritation flickered inside him. She had been one of his most promising witches, building that delightful coven of hers. None of his other ...

... followers had ever shown such initiative. Pity she had been so stupid and rash. He would have to find out exactly how Kyle Unmei had defeated her. The youth was far more formidable than he had assumed. Two other crystal's glowed on his desk—Shadow and the Vicar—the other members of his coven. He would need to move more carefully against this youth. Ms. Franklin had been far too direct and she had paid for that mistake. But he was patient. In the end, the Djinn's powers would be his, along with whatever powerful talismans Kyle and his compatriots must possess. Then he would have the power to challenge his Goddess and cast her down. His phone rang. “Hello,” he answered, sounding pleasant, slipping into his mask. “Hi, Principal Burke,” the woman answered. He smiled. Celestite was dead, but there were always other pawns to be used. “I'm free this Friday.” “Great,” he answered. “And call me Stanley, Mrs. Unmei. If I'm taking you to dinner, you should be able to call me by my first name.” Her laughter was rich. “I guess so. It seems a little...” “Weird?” “Yeah.” She paused, then added. “I guess, I'm a little nervous. I haven't been on a date in years. Not since my husband...” “I understand. If you don't want to...” “No, no!” She sounded eager. Good. She had been widowed for years, denying herself pleasure for her children's sake. She was ripe to be plucked by him and turned into a knife to stick at her son's throat. “I need to move on. I loved my husband, but he would want me to be ...