*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don’t spoil it) that grab you.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url. It’s that simple.
The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted by Freda’s Voice where I’ll post a sentence of two from page 56 of either the book I’m currently reading or a random book from my shelf. If you would also like to participate, click the link to the host’s blog page.
I’m still reading this book, so here’s another snippet! 🙂
“With a quick effort he subdued his anger. Any such action on his part might ruin everything. How could you use open force against someone who held the mentality, the very consciousness, of your dearest possession as a hostage? No, he had been all over this before and his course was set. He must fight those women with their own weapons; these repugnant occult formulas were his best hope and he had gotten his usual punishment for making the mistake of looking at its face. Deliberately he moved to the other side of the table, so his back was toward the rocking chair.
‘Why do you suppose everything has become violent and deadly so abruptly?’
‘The Balance was upset,’ was the answer. There was no interruption in the steady rocking.
‘How was that?’ He started to look over the back of his chair, but checked himself in time.
‘It happened when I ceased to practice magic.’ The rocking was a grating monotony.
‘But why should that lead to violence?’
‘It upset the Balance.’
‘Yes, but how can that explain the abruptness of the shift from relatively trivial attacks to a deadly maliciousness.’
The rocking had stopped. There was no answer. But, as he told himself, he knew the answer already that was shaping in that mindless mind behind him. This witches’ warfare it believed in was very much like trench warfare or a battle between fortified lines – a state of siege. Just as reinforced concrete or armor plating nullified the shells, so countercharms and protective procedures rendered relatively futile the most violent onslaughts. But once the armor and concrete were gone, and the witch who had forsworn witchcraft was out in a kind of no man’s land-“
(pg. 155-156 on Nook reader)