Had he fallen down a real rabbit hole? Or worse, had he drank some of that water? It was possible some had gone into his mouth. He still didn’t know what had been in that bottle.
What the heck is going on?
Worse, the peculiar rustling began again. Only this time, he had a weird inkling about what was causing it.
No ...
It couldn’t be.
Titling his head back, he glanced up at the oddly colored sky, and listened closely. The off-landscape tilted again and the whispering voices echoed.
You’re losing your mind.
Was he? ’Cause what he was beginning to suspect would make an awful lot of sense.
And yet …
Nick held his hand up and poked at the air. It sizzled.
Oh yeah, that wasn’t normal. Even in his screwed up existence. Swallowing hard, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his hematite pendulum.Please let me be wrong.
Yet knowing he wasn’t, he pricked his finger and drew a bead of blood. He held his breath and then drew with it.
Instead of falling on the ground as it should have, the air absorbed it and it glowed as bright as the lights on Takeshi’s grid.
More than anything, that confirmed Nick’s suspicions.
Hewasright.
Some how, some way, he’d been sucked into his own grimoire.
CHAPTER 8
Nick gaped as he watched his blood glowing. It formed intricate sigils all around him in the air. Hovering and dancing. Reforming into intricate designs …
And to think, his mom had once blistered his butt for painting on the walls at home. She’d have a fit if she ever saw this.
“Well ain’t this the thing …”
Now the question was how had he gotten here?
More importantly, how did he go about getting out? Last thing he wanted was to be stuck in this book forever, like someone else he knew.
His stomach drew up tight at the thought. Yeah, that really was the last thing he needed. To be stuck in here a few thousand centuries like her.
“Nashira!”
She didn’t answer. Not that he really expected it. Even when she’d been trapped in the book like this, she’d been less than forthcoming with information. And not always swift to answer his summons.
But at least he knew his blood was still relatively powerful here and that it could continue to perform spells and sigils. That at least explained why he was able to channel the things he’d been channeling, and have some of these less than fun delusions. The book allowed him to see his past and a part of the future. It was a guidebook of sorts. So this was all beginning to make a little bit of sense to him now.
Yeah, it was a guidebook that had been passed down through generations. From one Malachai to another …
“Dad,” that one word left his lips before he could stop it.
What are you doing, Nick! Your father hated you. Have you lost your mind?
Maybe, but his dad had also given his life for them. So maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t a total lunatic for thinking his dad might help him now.
