Nightborne - The Bexley Chronicles

"Ain't no shame in that Lightborne game." I fumble with the latch and slip the pendant into place around my neck. I should know better than to don antiques of questionable origin. Apparently, this is a lesson none of the Bexleys have grasped. As the chain makes contact with my skin, something unseen moves through the space, through the clearing, through my body. First, it's the hairs on my arms - standing as if someone's just run a flush balloon over them. Next, comes the fuzz of my neck, plucking outward in a similar way, inviting a shiver to run down my back. My fingertips swell turquoise. My earlobe sizzles. Lastly, the gears contained at the bottom of the chain rotate against one another, lighting bright blue with magickal power I haven't offered. And then it's over, and the gears are dull with my glow. So I've just enchanted a mystical pendant for some unknown purpose. The purpose isn't unknown for long.