Chapter 17
Dale held the crystal out in front of him, aimed at the candle, and said, “Heat of the sun, burning bright, create the flame, hold back the night.”
Nothing.
In frustration he double checked the page with the spell to see if he had used an incorrect word. Nope, it didn’t look like…he smelled smoke. Glancing back toward the table, he saw a flicker of flame on the curtains hanging in the window behind the table.
“Aah!” He leaped up and ripped the curtain down, flinging it to the floor and stomping on it, until it was an ashy heap of slightly smoldering fabric.
“What happened?” Riadh came into the room.