Much to Morgan Jacobs' relief, she isn't crazy; the world is. Monsters of myth are real and she's one of them. With only a tenuous hold on her new gorgon abilities and with some of those monsters--the Kin--trying to kill her, Morgan's best bet is to move in with the mysterious Alexander Gage and... show more
Much to Morgan Jacobs' relief, she isn't crazy; the world is. Monsters of myth are real and she's one of them. With only a tenuous hold on her new gorgon abilities and with some of those monsters--the Kin--trying to kill her, Morgan's best bet is to move in with the mysterious Alexander Gage and his Kin team. Except she doesn't know if she can trust him, or herself for that matter when he's around. But when a young Kin woman is murdered with magic, Morgan must put aside her fear of her powers and face something more dangerous than just monsters: her emotions.* * * *A brilliance, blinding even through her sunglasses, whirled around Morgan. It pulsed, a ferocious vortex of light, swirling, taking shape. She could see it, a hint of something like a pole or an edge or--A sword.It solidified and swept at her without anyone holding it. She jerked back. The blade nicked the front of her new jacket, slicing through the breast pocket. Light danced over the semi-transparent weapon, shimmering like the box had before she'd picked it up.The blade jabbed at her, three quick lunges, and she scrambled out of the way. Fire licked around her eyes, her powers threatening to release.She fought to blink it back, ducking under another swing from the sword. She couldn't afford to release her abilities. It was too dangerous.Lachlin jerked to face her. "What the--?"The blade flew toward him, slicing at his head. He drew a hunting knife and blocked the attack, but the sword darted around faster than humanly possible and nicked his cheek. He ducked under the next swing and grabbed for the hilt. It twisted out of reach and sliced toward him. He dove out of the way, rolling through the muck toward her."What did you pick up?" he growled.Morgan held out the box and Gage grabbed it.The sword raced toward them. Lachlin knocked it aside with his knife and Gage shoved Morgan out of the way. She hit the side of the dumpster with a thud. More fire billowed over her cheeks. Light flashed at the edge of her vision and she twisted aside. The sword skidded across the metal, drawing a thick rent beside her head."What is it?" She ducked another swing and lurched back. The fire raced over her face. God, she had to calm it, get control."A sword," Gage said, squinting at the box as if trying to decipher the marks on the side."No shit." The blade jabbed at her.Lachlin batted it aside with his knife and it wrenched around to him. "A phantom sword. It's a spell, Kitten."The fire bled over her forehead. Control it. Don't hurt anyone. Please. "How do we stop it?""Use the magic word." Lachlin twisted out of the way of another slash."Which is?" She clenched her teeth and shoved her powers back."Whatever the spellweaver made it."