Chapter 38

He remembered the knife shattering.

He remembered the sound of Bel’s short chant of door-opening.

He looked at the standing stones looming over them and saw the power that they held, and his face set in an expression of grim determination. All the pieces of the door’s spell were within his reach, he just had to put them together. He closed his eyes, letting words flow through his mind. Repetition, rhyme…perhaps the power of three. Yes. It was crude, but he would make it work if he had to shatter his mind doing it.