Page 148 of Savage Crown

A book.

It is massive.

Bound in something dark and ancient.

Not leather.

Something worse.

The edges of its pages gleam with silver runes, shifting, changing, breathing.

I know what it is.

I know what my father was searching for.

A way to break death.

A way to undo the final price.

An unfinished ritual.

I reach out, my fingers hovering over the worn cover.

The air around it is thick, charged, waiting.

A single drop of blood from my fingertips falls onto the surface.

The book shudders.

The runes flare brighter.

And the whispers begin.

They slither through my mind—a thousand voices, a thousand promises.

A spell meant to cheat death.

This is what Lartina meant.

A spell meant to bring back the lost.

Seraphina.

I swallow hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

I still feel her blood on my hands.

Her warmth fading.

Her breath gone.

But if this book is what I think it is?—

If it holds the power my father died searching for?—

Then maybe, I can bring her back.

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