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

had.  Nothing changed visibly, and everyone stared, trying to determine what had happened.  Nameh laughed at their futile attempt; she would have to show them.
    “What did it do?” asked Mira.
    “Why don’t you ask him?” she said with a mysterious air.  Max’s expression told her that he was as clueless as the rest of the group; he opened his mouth to protest, but stopped short.  His hand flew to his throat, eyes wide.  He lowered his hand and gave a faint smile while shaking his head.
    “It’s a voice trap carving,” she said amusedly.  “Talar or Wyd put it on.”   They both hesitated, not sure what to expect.  Talar stepped forward in the end, having more gall than his friend.  He pulled the twine string over his head, letting the pendant fall on his chest.  Again, nothing visible happened, but when he spoke, the magic revealed itself.
    “What hap-” he began, but trailed off from surprise.  All the others stared with wide eyes; he had spoken in Max’s voice.  Finally, they broke into laughter that lasted several moments, excluding Max of course.
    “That’s very ‘Little Mermaid’,” Mira commented smartly.  Nameh gave a small, appreciative laugh, but the excellent correlation was lost on the others.
    “Are we done screwing around now, can we go?”  Wyd asked impatiently.
    “Cool down, we’re ready,” Nameh answered in an even tone.
    “Is that a racial comment?” he shot back.
    “How could that possibly be a racial comment?”
    “Don’t worry about him,” Talar interceded, now in his own voice after removing the necklace, “he gets testy when we ask him to do big spells.”  Nameh took the necklace from him and touched it to Max’s arm before replacing it in the chest and closing the lid.  Wyd motioned for them to come closer around him while Max sighed with relief at having his voice back.  Nameh had gotten a good deal of enjoyment from his ordeal, but began to grow a bit nervous for the moving spell.  She had never been transported by someone else before, especially in a group as large as this, and she had trouble trusting strangers.
    She pulled her bags in closer to her and put her foot up on the trunk.  Wyd began to mutter the words; hearing the Warlock’s language spoken was a comfort to her tired ears; she hadn’t slept for a moment.  A light mist with a bluish tint began to encircle the group, creating a sort of woven shield over them.  A feeling of weightlessness engulfed her suddenly, and her connection with the floor grew more and more distant until she became aware that she was no longer in the same room.  She hung for a moment in a comfortable limbo, and wondered if this warmth and comfort was what it felt like to be an infant inside a womb.
    The feeling was shattered, the weight of the world crushing back down on her.  The soft light around her revealed a small lobby that was mostly deserted.  At a shabby desk with light wood panels stood a gruff looking man wearing a short sleeved shirt, and a look of distracted awareness.  A faded sign on the wall behind him read “The Corner” in faded gold lettering.  Talar approached the desk and bean talking with the clerk.  He seemed o be quite eloquent, and the man responded well to him.
    He handed forward two sets of clinking keys with a smile, and returned to paperwork on the desk.  Nameh was amused that the man didn’t find it strange that five teenagers had just appeared in a puff of smoke in his lobby.  She dragged the chest upstairs with some difficulty, but refused help.  The upper floor was not any nicer than the lobby: red paint peeled from the walls and chipped trim that she assumed was once gold lined the door frames.  Random pots of dusty plastic flowers were placed on small wooden tables.
    The room designated as her and Mira’s was decorated in a similar fashion.  There were two small beds with mattresses that felt as though they were stuffed with rocks or something of that nature, but