The blank scroll was spread out in front of me as I sat on the chilly stone floor. My palm's blood had flowed like ink across the surface, but it had stopped. "I can't see the rest!" was written in half-formed letters that flickered like a fading fire. Over the wind, I let out a scream.

The Observatory was collapsing behind me.

Maya was a real member of the armed forces. She was utilizing her power instead of prayers or remedies.

Michael was secured to the central stone pillar by a thick ...