Blue Majik ^new^ Now

All the threads he had cut, all the pain he had moved, came rushing back. Not to their original owners. To the only place they could find: an empty vessel. A hub. Him.

The last drop of Blue Majik fell onto his fingertip. It pulsed once, like a tiny, dying heart. And then, with the last of his strength, Kaelen touched the thread that connected him to the world—the brilliant, tangled, beautiful, brutal mess of it—and he let go . blue majik

The woman gasped. Her eyes snapped to his, wide and tearless for the first time in a year. The black thread didn't break—it loosened . It dissolved into a harmless gray mist. She smiled at him, bewildered, grateful, and Kaelen felt a rush of power so absolute, so intoxicating, that his own blue threads pulsed like arteries. All the threads he had cut, all the