focus, like Emily and Adriane do when they use their stones, she thought.
Think musical magic. Magic to make music. Music to make magic. She thought of the book she had found in the library. The strange words of spellsinging drifted in her mind like tinkling bells.
Spellsing as one
And see your work done
“Okay...” Kara whispered. Spellsinging. A musical spell could help focus magic. How hard could it be?
I want to sing like a bird
The best in the world
Make my voice ring
I’m super-stylin‘
Cute, she thought. Not too bad for her first magic spell.
She tried saying the words again, but nothing happened. Then she tried singing them in a rapping rhythm, the unicorn horn clutched tightly in her hand. Suddenly, she felt wind kick up, sending a swirl of magical energy around her, lifting her long blonde hair.
Whoa!
It stopped the moment she fell silent.
Kara tried the spell again, singing the words a little more loudly now, with more confidence and control—and somehow, even though she wasn’t singing what the choir was singing, she was in tune with them, her rhythms in sync, her notes flowing perfectly with theirs.
She felt the horn trembling in her hands as it focused her magic.
An ember of brilliant light suddenly flared from the horn. Kara leaped back, scared. She watched in amazement as the light spread between her fingers, swirling around her hands. The air felt heavy as sparkling diamond magic raced up her arms and swirled around her. Her heart thundered in a chorus of power.
Yes! The jewel was exactly what she needed. Just like the last time, the exquisite power she used with the jewel of the unicorn. Only this time it was stronger—just what she needed to change—
This was wrong! She knew it and fought against its call, but another part of her sang with the harmonies of her magic. Her magic! The power was exhilarating. The wind screamed in her ears, whipping around her in a cyclone of magically charged air.
Her entire form blazed diamond bright as the magic crackled across her skin. The power seemed so much larger than her small frame. How could it stay contained? And once released, how could she control it?
Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind of anything but the flows and ebbs of the magic. In a few heartbeats, the glow simmered, then grew back to an intense blaze. She could do this!
Kara squeezed her eyes closed and centered her breathing. With a certainty that rocked her world, she locked the magic to her will.
Kara started to sing. A perfect G note rang from her mouth. She moved to C and F sharp then began running up the scale, notes perfectly in tune, each rising in perfect pitch. Her control was incredible. Her voice became a lilting, wondrous sound, cascading like sweet summer rain as it moved up and down the scale.
The horn blazed with power. The magic inside of her sang for release.
Kara was ready.
She raced up three octaves and with perfect breath control, she hit a triple high C.
The tree trunk burst with an explosive crack !
Waves of invisible force rippled from the horn—and a window shattered in the school!
She heard the choir screaming in surprise.
Kara gasped as she wrestled the magic under control—but somewhere deep inside, somewhere she feared to look too closely, a part of her cackled with wicked delight. A flicker of a smile fluttered around her mouth. The magic was hers.
“Y OU CAN GO now, Mrs. Windor,” the desk sergeant said as he opened the cell door.
“It’s about time!” Mrs. Windor clutched a rolled up copy of the Stonehill Gazette, revealing the photograph of her at the Pet Palace, a monkey on her back. “I was nowhere near that house!”
The sergeant looked at her warily. He was a big man with salt and pepper hair. “Uh-huh. Beside the pictures, there were three eyewitness accounts. The photographer, Dr. Fletcher, and her daughter...”
“All of them at Ravenswood are in on this together. I bet it was that Nakoda who dressed up as
Think musical magic. Magic to make music. Music to make magic. She thought of the book she had found in the library. The strange words of spellsinging drifted in her mind like tinkling bells.
Spellsing as one
And see your work done
“Okay...” Kara whispered. Spellsinging. A musical spell could help focus magic. How hard could it be?
I want to sing like a bird
The best in the world
Make my voice ring
I’m super-stylin‘
Cute, she thought. Not too bad for her first magic spell.
She tried saying the words again, but nothing happened. Then she tried singing them in a rapping rhythm, the unicorn horn clutched tightly in her hand. Suddenly, she felt wind kick up, sending a swirl of magical energy around her, lifting her long blonde hair.
Whoa!
It stopped the moment she fell silent.
Kara tried the spell again, singing the words a little more loudly now, with more confidence and control—and somehow, even though she wasn’t singing what the choir was singing, she was in tune with them, her rhythms in sync, her notes flowing perfectly with theirs.
She felt the horn trembling in her hands as it focused her magic.
An ember of brilliant light suddenly flared from the horn. Kara leaped back, scared. She watched in amazement as the light spread between her fingers, swirling around her hands. The air felt heavy as sparkling diamond magic raced up her arms and swirled around her. Her heart thundered in a chorus of power.
Yes! The jewel was exactly what she needed. Just like the last time, the exquisite power she used with the jewel of the unicorn. Only this time it was stronger—just what she needed to change—
This was wrong! She knew it and fought against its call, but another part of her sang with the harmonies of her magic. Her magic! The power was exhilarating. The wind screamed in her ears, whipping around her in a cyclone of magically charged air.
Her entire form blazed diamond bright as the magic crackled across her skin. The power seemed so much larger than her small frame. How could it stay contained? And once released, how could she control it?
Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind of anything but the flows and ebbs of the magic. In a few heartbeats, the glow simmered, then grew back to an intense blaze. She could do this!
Kara squeezed her eyes closed and centered her breathing. With a certainty that rocked her world, she locked the magic to her will.
Kara started to sing. A perfect G note rang from her mouth. She moved to C and F sharp then began running up the scale, notes perfectly in tune, each rising in perfect pitch. Her control was incredible. Her voice became a lilting, wondrous sound, cascading like sweet summer rain as it moved up and down the scale.
The horn blazed with power. The magic inside of her sang for release.
Kara was ready.
She raced up three octaves and with perfect breath control, she hit a triple high C.
The tree trunk burst with an explosive crack !
Waves of invisible force rippled from the horn—and a window shattered in the school!
She heard the choir screaming in surprise.
Kara gasped as she wrestled the magic under control—but somewhere deep inside, somewhere she feared to look too closely, a part of her cackled with wicked delight. A flicker of a smile fluttered around her mouth. The magic was hers.
“Y OU CAN GO now, Mrs. Windor,” the desk sergeant said as he opened the cell door.
“It’s about time!” Mrs. Windor clutched a rolled up copy of the Stonehill Gazette, revealing the photograph of her at the Pet Palace, a monkey on her back. “I was nowhere near that house!”
The sergeant looked at her warily. He was a big man with salt and pepper hair. “Uh-huh. Beside the pictures, there were three eyewitness accounts. The photographer, Dr. Fletcher, and her daughter...”
“All of them at Ravenswood are in on this together. I bet it was that Nakoda who dressed up as
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