The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 10

Elder blossoms can be apply for exorcism, protection, or prosperity, sightly read, lying flopped shovel in on her bed, chin propped on her pass ons. Mix with comfrey and coltsfoot and bind in red silk during a jumping laze to pee-pee a charm bag for attracting wealth. Distill in a bath with lavender, fever a few(prenominal), and motherwort for personal protection. Burn with hyssop, white sage, and devils shoestring to bring to pass a smoke that can be used in exorcising painful spirits.Devils shoestring? Was that real y an herb? Unlike most of the others, it didnt overweight like some liaison shed find in her mothers garden. She sighed noisily and skipped ahead a little.The best(p) herbs for aiding meditation are agrimony, chamomile, damiana, eyebright, and ginseng. They may be tossed together and burned to raise smoke or, when picked at dawn, dried and sprinkled around the subject in a circle. comely eyed the thick keep baleful y. Pages and pages and pages of herbs and what their properties were in contrary circumstances, and when to gather them, and how to use them. Al written as dryly and dul y as her high school geometry text carry.She had almodal values hated studying. The best thing ab by the summer between high school and col ege was that no ace could expect her to spend any time tucked up with a heavy check, trying to memorize excessively boring facts. rase here she was, doing practiced that, and shed total y brought it on herself.But when she had asked Mrs. Flowers to give lessons her magic, she had expected something, wel , cooler than being handed a heavy book on herbs. Secretly, she had been hoping for one-on-one sessions that involved casting spel s, or flying, or summon fantastical servants to do her bidding. Less reading restfully to herself, anyway. Shouldnt there be some way that magical knowledge could just implant itself in her brain? Like, wel , magical y?She flipped forrader a few more pages. Ooh, this looked a ma n more interesting.An amulet filled with cinnamon, cowslip, and dandelion leaves impart help in attracting love and fulfilling dark desires. Gather the herbs in a gentle rain and, after drying, bind them with red velvet and amber thread. fair(a) giggled and kicked her feet against the mattress, thinking that she could probably have up with some secret desires to fulfil . Did she need to pick the cinnamon, or would it be okay to just get it out of the spice cupboard?She turned a few more pages. Herbs for clarity of sight, herbs for cleansing, herbs that had to be gathered under the ful moon or on a sunny day in June. She sighed once more and closed the book.It was past midnight. She listened, exclusively the house was quiet. Her parents were sleeping.Now that her sister Mary, whod been the last-place of Bonnies three older sisters to leave home, had moved in with her boyfriend, Bonnie bewildered having her right down the hal . But there were also advantages to not having her n osy, tyrannic big sister so close.She climbed out of bed as quietly and cautiously as she could. Her parents werent as sharp-eared as Mary, but they would come and check on her if they heard her getting up in the kernel of the night.Careful y, Bonnie pried up a floorboard under her bed. She had used it as her hiding place ever since she was a little girl. At first she had kept a dol shed borrowed from Mary without permission a secret candy st change bought with her al owance her favorite red silk ribbon. Later, shed apart(p) notes from her first boyfriend, or tests shed failed. Nothing as sinister as what was hugger-mugger there now, though.She lifted out another book just as thick as the volume on herbs Mrs. Flowers had lent her. But this one was olderlooking, with a dark leather cover wrinkled and softened by time. This book was from Mrs. Flowerss library, too, but Mrs. Flowers hadnt given it to her. Bonnie had snuck it off the shelf eon Mrs. Flowerss back was turned, sliding it into her backpack and projecting her most innocent manifestation when Mrs. Flowerss sharp eyes lingered on her afterward. Bonnie felt a bit guilty tricking Mrs. Flowers like that, especial y after the old womanhood agreed to mentor her. But, honestly, no one else would have had to sneak the book out in the first place. Any reason Meredith or Elena gave for absent it would have immediately been accepted by everybody as right and true. They wouldnt even have to give a reason, just say that they needed the book. It was totally Bonnie who would be sighed at and patted on the head sweet, silly Bonnie and stopped from doing what she wanted.Bonnie stubbornly set her chin and traced the letters on the books cover. Traversing the Boundaries Between the Quick and the Dead, they read.Her heart was pounding as she opened the book to the page shed marked earlier. But her hands were quite steady as she removed four candles, two white and two black, from beneath the floorboard.She in lo ve a match, lit one of the black candles, and tilted it to drip wax on the floor beside her bed. When there was a little pool of fluent wax, Bonnie pressed the bottom of the candle into it, so that it stood upright on the floor.Fire in the North, protect me, she intoned. She reached for a white candle.Plugged into its courser on the bedside table, her cry rang. Bonnie dropped the candle and swore.Leaning over, she picked up the phone to see who was cal ing. Elena. Of course. Elena never realized how late it was when she wanted to talk to somebody.Bonnie was tempted to press ignore, but thought better of it. Maybe this was a cross that she shouldnt perform the ritual after al , at least not tonight. Maybe she should do some more research first to make sure she was doing it right. Bonnie blew out the black candle and pushed the button to swear out her phone.Hey, Elena, she said, hoping her friend didnt sense her irritation as she placed the book gently back under the floorboard. Whats up?The ash was unbearably heavy. He strain against it, pushing at the blanket of gray holding him down. He clawed frantical y, a panicky part of him wondering whether he was even handout upward at al , whether he might not rather be digging himself farther under the surface. One of his hands was clutched tightly around something something fine and fibrous, like thin petals. He didnt know what it was, but he knew he shouldnt let go of it, and despite the fact that it hampered his struggle, he did not question this need to hold on.It seemed as if he were clawing at the thick ash forever, but final y his other hand broke through the crumbling layers and relief flooded his body. Hed been going the right way he wasnt going to be buried forever.He reached out blindly, seek for something he could use to lever himself out. Ash and mud slid under his fingers, self-aggrandizing him nothing firm, and he floundered until he found what felt like a piece of wood in his grasp. The edg es of the wood bit into his fingers as he clung to it as though it were a lifeline in a blustery ocean. He gradual y maneuvered his way up, slipping and sliding in the slick mud. With one last great effort, he wrenched his body out of the ash and mud, which gave a thick sucking noise as his shoulders emerged. He climbed to his knees, his muscles screaming in agony, then to his feet. He shuddered and shook, nauseated but euphoric, and disguised his arms around his torso.But he couldnt see anything. He panicked until he realized something was holding his eyes shut. He scrubbed at his face until he detached sticky clumps of ashy mud from his eyelashes. after(prenominal) a moment, he was final y able to open his eyes.A desolate wasteland surrounded him. Blackened mud, puddles of water choked with ash. Something dread(prenominal) happened here, he said hoarsely, the sound startling him. It was so profoundly quiet.It was freezing, and he realized he was naked, covered with only the sa me muddy ash that was everywhere. He hunched over and then, cursing himself for his momentary weakness, painful y straightened himself up. He had toHeHe couldnt remember.A drop of liquid ran down his face, and he wondered vaguely whether he was crying. Or was it the thick, shimmering fluid that was everywhere here, potpourri with the ash and mud?Who was he? He didnt know that, either, and that blankness triggered a tremor in him that was quite separate from the shivering caused by the cold. His hand was stil prehend protectively around the unknown object, and he raised his fist and stared at it. After a moment, he slowly uncurled his fingers.Black fibers. wherefore a drop of the opalescent fluid ran across his palm, over the midst of the fibers. Where it touched, they transformed. It was hair. Silky blond and copper hair. Quite beautiful.He closed his fist again and held them against his chest, a new determination building inside him.He had to go.Through the haze, a clear pictu re of his destination sprang into his mind. He shuffled forward through the ash and mud, toward the castlelike gatehouse with high spires and heavy black doors that he someways knew would be there.