SerafinaF

Forever the shame of the magik academy. In a world where the supernatural flow of magik is as common as the air to breathe, she is talentless and hopelessly lacking in ability---that is until a Demon’s ancient text falls into her hands.

With the aid of a strange group of friends, they venture out attempting to decipher its contents.

Before they realize it, the world as they know it has begun to suffer from demonic assaults with death as the only release from the chaos. 

It’s a race against the clock and the sands of time are running out.

Can they decipher the forbidden secrets in time or will they be doomed to join the immortal army of perdition in the afterlife?

The Disabled Mage at the Topaz Academy of Magikal Arts

Once we had determined what needed to be done, the men left so I could get cleaned up.

It was amazing how great warm soapy scented water contributed to the healing process.

Although I was still weak, I could walk around a bit, with the presence of an orderly nearby who could catch me if I pitched over head first.

The woman was short and stout, fully capable of picking me up, or holding me down if needed be, and she assisted me in all aspects of dressing and undressing.

Since I did not want to wear another hospital gown, I had little choice but to don on one of the elaborate gowns that Mother had sent over to me.

It was a frilly affair and had lots of lace and ribbons attached, but it was a fairly decent shade of pink, which meant I didn't look like death warmed over.

By the time I was done with my morning clean-up routine, the orderly had cleared out all my things from the hospital room.

The Prince of Andalusia