Chapter 244

I rubbed the rods in my femur, throbbing in a dull ache. "You went too far," I told the book. "I earned my scars."

I sent my magic into the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh and pulled out a smudgy shadow.

It flowed faster and faster, expanding and changing shape, until a single form remained: the life-sized silhouette of an angel, attached to the gold scroll like a genie to a bottle.

Isaac jumped into it. Without thinking, I did the same.

We came out in the grove with the almond tree. The scroll lay in the dirt at the base of the tree, lifeless and sucked dry. I touched a hand to it.

No magic. It was all inside Isaac.

Isaac spun, laughing manically, a white dazzling light snapping off his skin. He glowed from inside, his blue eyes burning with a cobalt fire.

My head ached trying to grasp the amount of power pouring off him. Most would fall down before him and proclaim him a miracle, but there was darkness behind the dazzle.

The monster had won and it was all my fault.