The Frozen Moon: Book Two of The Living Curse series + BONUS Full Version of Book Three! Read Online Free PDF Page A

lightly ran her finger against the seemingly rounded edge.  Blood welled in the small slice left in her skin, and she pressed her finger to her lips, cleaning it of the liquid.  “It’s a throwing disc,” she explained, “It has an accuracy spell to make it hit the mark every time.  I don’t use it much, though, because it cuts up your fingers pretty bad to throw it.  Maybe if I had some gloves…” she mused.  At this, she placed the disc into a small leather pouch along with a few others, and tossed it into her larger bag. 
                  “Anything else in here I shouldn’t touch for fear of death or serious injury?” The question sounded like a joke, but held a serious inquiry.
                  “Just the small metal ball over there,” she answered, indicating the window sill.  The sun glimmered off of the metallic object, but to Mira, it now looked menacing.
                  “Dare I ask why?” she said, making a playful cringe.
                  “I wouldn’t if I were you,” she answered casually.
                  “Yeah, I’ll take that as a ‘you don’t want to know’.”
                  “That’s probably for the best.  Would you grab the bow in the closet?” she asked, already retrieving the matching quiver of arrows from behind the dresser.  Mira hadn’t even known that she owned a bow.
                  “Is there a weapon that you don’t have?” she asked rhetorically.  Nameh had never respected the boundaries of a rhetorical question.
                  “I actually don’t own a spear, but that’s because I find them cumbersome and primitive,” she said matter-of-factly.  Everything else, though, I’ve pretty much got covered.”
                  “I know.  Trust me, I know,” she said with a laugh, throwing the bow in the bag to join the assortment.

              They stood in the center of Max’s room, weighted down with gear.  Mira, she saw, had only her blue leather bag on her back and her sword on her hip.  The boys were equipped similarly, but Wyd also had an extra bag.  Nameh was not as lightly clad; like Mira, she had her sword and one bag of clothes.  Unfortunately, she also had a second bag of small weapons and the chest of larger ones.  She didn’t have a better way to bring them along, and refused to leave them behind. 
                  “What’s in the trunk?” asked Wyd with a tilt of his head.
                  “Shoes,” she answered sarcastically.
                  “I’ve never understood why girls need so many shoes,” Wyd continued, missing the sarcasm entirely.
                  “Don’t be an idiot,” she said with a sigh.  She dropped the chest to the floor with a thud and kicked the lid open.  The action had gone just as smoothly as she’d hoped, adding to the effect.  The chest was one of the few things she kept neat; there were swords strapped to the inside of the lid of different lengths and weights.  She clicked a button on the side of it and the front panel fell open, allowing a shelf within to extend.  There were six swords and ten daggers, as well as vials of poisons to dip the blades in.  In small compartments on the fold out shelf, there were buckles and charms and jewelry of all styles and materials.  Max made a move to pick up one of the necklaces, but Nameh stopped him.
                  “Don’t touch that one,” she said warningly.
                  “Why, will it kill me?” he asked.
    “No, but you’ll probably regret it.”
    “Really?” he asked, unconvinced.  He slowly reached his hand out with a smile, testing his boundaries. 
    “Go for it, just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said, egging him on.  He scooped up the wooden carved pendant and quickly dropped it as if he had felt a shock, which she knew he