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8 sentences from my novel Bloodstone
Continuing from last week which you can find here- all feedback welcome.
Ebony held no hope that she still lived, even in a magical world. The image felt more of the past than the future or the present. An impression.
Most of the time Ebony wasn’t even sure she really experienced magic. But there had always been this itching over her skin when it happened, like a residual coming and going of energy. She’d expressed it to her father once, long ago, and he told her she had been imagining things and sent her away. Deep inside, Ebony knew magic had existed once. Maybe not the kind of magic she read about in fairy tales with wands and potions and evil witches. But rather something that came from inside a person, lost somewhere in the depths of their souls.