Writing Blurb - The Wrath of the Mages Book 2
Another raise of his hand to quiet me. I felt like I was one of the children he taught, misbehaving during a spelling lesson. “You cannot afford this immaturity anymore, Fazli. You’re a Mage now. Everything you keep from us takes you deeper into space and time and patterns that we have no hope of understanding. And surely you must know that you put yourself as well as all of us in the most danger when you keep her to yourself.” I fell silent. It was so easy to keep it private, so easy to say no one else would understand. I almost wanted it to myself. It felt… well… magical. But he was right. How right he was - How close I may have come to losing myself to her. How quickly she could have had my mind the way she’d had so many others. How arrogant I’d been. Effie went on, “Hear me now, Fazli - The connections we have with one another are not going to be our salvation in some… saccharine, metaphorical way. They may well be all that stands between you and her, and the destruction of your empire.”
He said nothing to lighten the mood after that. He left me alone. I heard the echoes of Cerall’s voice telling me again, just as she had so many years ago: “It doesn’t matter where you go, Fazli. You will always be closer to me than you are to everybody else.”
