Emma’s first magic lesson gets a little out of control:

She looked down at it and thought about it moving, shifting and rising just with her thought. The dark power inside her hummed with an eagerness that made her nervous, but she kept going. She imagined that power coming out of her and lifting the sand. A flutter she thought at first was the wind went around her and shifted the sand. Then the area she’d been concentrating on lifted in a spinning whirl. A small tornado of sand almost as tall as her formed, pulling up more and more sand around it.

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