“I see the glow before I see her. The orange light is so strong it’s hard to believe the house isn’t on fire, but when feet appear at the top of the staircase, I can finally see that the light isn’t coming from the house. It’s coming from her. My heart beats so fast I can’t tell the pulses apart—it’s one harsh thrum inside my head. If I’m a Smurf, this girl is an Oompa Loompa. No. Not even. It looks like she walked out of a horror movie. She really is on fire, burning from the inside out. I’m staring, but I can’t help it. Everyone would be staring if they could see what I see.” FearAurasSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War SagaSmurfsOompa Loompas Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“What’s up with your friend?” Dawn asks after a few minutes. I doubt she’s asking about K.T. I follow Dawn’s stare and wonder how much she can see from this far away. Mari is standing in front of the store’s nearly empty stone display and listening as K.T. points out the different types of stone. “Her name is Mariella.” “I don’t usually get a read on people unless they’re giving off some pretty strong vibes, but wow. That girl needs an aura cleansing fast.” “Yeah. I know.” I look away from Mari, forcing myself to focus on the selection Dawn has laid out in front of me. “It’s a work in progress.” HumorAurasSSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War Saga Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale
“The light show when she picked up the statue was insane. Blue cracks spread from her hand, up her arm, and across her entire body in less than a second. When she dropped it, I thought maybe she’d seen what was happening and would leave the statue alone. Or throw it at me—it kinda seemed like she wanted to throw it at me for a second.” AurasSing Sweet NightingaleThe Dream War Saga Book:Sing Sweet Nightingale Source: Sing Sweet Nightingale