The Marked Ones

Magic destroyed the world once. Now, magic users are the enemy. To be marked with magic is to lead a cursed life.

When I glanced down at my watch, I saw that it was 16:26. We had made it mostly back to the school, but there was a long way to go in the next thirty minutes if I was to be home on time. You can searc

Galena rubbed her hands together and placed them on Tibor’s face.

The door slammed hard each time I pounded my fist against it.

I spat out my tea across the table after Fiona’s ridiculous comment.

Eustace led us out of the cellar as mortars rocked all around us.

Four soldiers drew their guns and aimed them at me, the laser from their sights hovering on my chest.

Her house was less a place to live and more a warehouse, full of bits and bobs, a massive hoarder’s den with things and stuff everywhere.

I wished I could happily skip down the hall to meet my friend. I wished we lived in the same world we left just a couple short weeks ago.