magic stamina

“Can you do that?” Karrin asked.
I licked my lips and looked at the wall of light. “I’d better be able to.”
“You’re tired,” Molly said.
“I’m fine.”
“Your hands are shaking.”
Were they? They were. “They are fine also.”
I didn’t feel tired. Given how much magic I’d been throwing around this day, I should have been comatose with fatigue hours ago, but I just didn’t feel it. That wasn’t a good sign. Maybe Butters had been right: No matter how much juice I got from the mantle of Winter, bodies have limits. I was pushing mine.


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