We have Kerry’s Big Secret out of the way and we’re into the last part of this part about his big life change. But as I said, there’s another secret about to get uncorked, and it’s going to change a lot of things. Seriously. I’m not kidding.
Here is what’s ahead:
But this is going to set up and wrap up everything. Well, for what’s been happening through most of the novel. There are still three parts to the novel remaining, and I’m wondering if anyone has guessed how it’s going to end? Beside finding “The End” written at the bottom of a page. Don’t get wise with me, Sunshine: I’m way ahead of you.
When we left the library it had exploded in light, which, under most circumstances, isn’t a good thing. But this is the world of magic, and The Phoenix is working her grove, which is probably uber magic these other witches have never seen. That means it’s not as bad as you’d imagine . . .
All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015, 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
The walls of the library were covered in glowing embers of energy that bathed the room in bright pastels and striking neons, while hazy, creamy light seeped through the ceiling above. Though Annie had never seen something like this before, she knew what was happening almost instantly: she was seeing the room as it appeared from within the Astral Realm.
She wasn’t the only one who understood what was happening, either. Erywin was on her feet, a sharp breath preceding her words. “My god; she’s pulled back the Curtain. We’re inside the astral realm.”
Jessica slowly made her way to her feet. “She can do that?”
Deanna was the only one now sitting, as Coraline and Matilde were also standing. “Apparently she can.” She pointed toward the sofa where Annie and Kerry were sitting moments before. “Maybe you’d like to ask her directly.”
Behind the sofa hovered a amorphous mass of hazy light that slowly shifted from a tendrillar blob into something that appeared almost humanoid in form. In the middle of what appeared as the head a pair of golden eyes broke through the haze. A dry chuckled filled the room, seeming to come from everywhere. “Sorry I didn’t prepare a better form, but when I first appeared it wasn’t my intention to entertain a lot of guests.” The eyes turned on Deanna. “Doesn’t seem that long ago we were facing each other, does it, Seer?”
Before she could formulate a reply Kerry’s voice rang out excited and high pitched while indicated the five women. “What’s those things behind you guys?”
Annie turned and saw all the women on their feet, as Deanna had finally decided to stand with her fellow instructors and administrators. Each woman’s physical form appeared outline by a hazy but colorful field of energy that was their aura, showing their current state of mind and emotions. She was fascinated by the brightness of each aura and remembered something her mother told her: that the auras of the Aware are far brighter than those of Normals, because witches are constantly channeling mystical energy into their forms.
There was something else, though: the things that of which Kerry was inquiring. Emerging from behind each woman was a tendril of silver cord, as thick as two fingers pressed together, extending about a meter and a half above their heads. The cord shimmied slowly from side to side like a silver snake moving through the a misty gray grass.
First off, don’t get any ideas that what everyone in the room is seeing is the true form of The Phoenix. That old spirit pretty much does whatever she feels like doing, and she’s probably screwing with a few people by starting out looking like some kind of astral Abomination. Yeah, she was a floating ball of something with identical. Cute.
As for that end there . . . that’s what’s coming next, and trust me: it’s right after that you’re going to see the really big secret here.
As Genesis once sang, tonight, tonight, tonight . . .