Can Rachel believe enough—and is True powerful enough—to defeat the wizard's terrible agenda?
Seeking escape from her abusive husband, aspiring columnist Rachel Jeffries travels into the hill country of Massachusetts, where she is saved from certain death by self-taught folk healer True Gannett. Armed only with his great grandfather's knowledge, can True protect himself and Rachel and stop the swath of destruction started by the powerful magician, Joshua Lembrecht and his obnoxious familiar?
He picked up a piece of kindling, but for some reason he could not bring himself to reach forward and lay it on the dead fire. His hand hovered over the ashes.
The embers blinked.
Sweat pricking the palms of his hands, True drew back from the hearth as the ashes began to stir. A sooty shape was taking form, the elongated skull and pointed beak coalescing first in charcoal and then turning into leathery skin as the figure grew solid. The claws at the tips of the bat-wings scrabbled on the bricks of the hearth as the pterodactyl crutched itself out of the fireplace and flopped onto the wooden floor. A cloud of ash billowed as the wrinkled wings began to flap. Like a newly hatched butterfly the pterodactyl seemed to gain strength with every wing beat, and when it stood erect with wings fully unfurled, the creature was taller than True.
Behind him, Rachel cringed away from the beast. Her retreating move seemed to trigger an instinct within the prehistoric brain and the animal lunged after her, leading with the deadly spear of its beak.
“Stone! A mountain between you and me!” But True’s best warding-off gesture had no effect. The pterodactyl continued its trajectory forward, but as the beak reached his face he felt himself falling. Rachel was pulling him down on top of herself, out of danger. Missing its target and off balance, the prehistoric bird leaped over their prone bodies and whirled about for another try.
Underneath him Rachel squirmed. True got to his feet just as the animal launched itself at them again. It glided across the room, wings outspread, and struck his chest with clawed feet. The weight of the beast made him stagger backward, and the murderous beak stabbed and slashed at his head. The claws strained toward him, tangling in his belt loops, and he strained his stomach away from the scrabbling feet.
There was a crash from behind him.