There is power here. And where there is power, there is darkness.
I should know. I know darkness by name, and he knew me by mine.
I'm not a saint. I've done bad things before. It was never a secret that I could be a ruthless person when it came to keeping my magic. I never thought about giving any of it up. I refuse to.
But...
The event of that night makes me think about the same thing over and over again:
How much was I willing to sacrifice for power?
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Halls of Splintered Souls (Wandering Souls #1)
ParanormalAya and her twin sister are conjurors, a race of sorcerers. This year, they are entering their first year at Arce Umbra, the academy of magic only for the most respected conjuror family in the world. Apart from their abilities, nothing is supposed t...
