Shadows of blackwood

how, Miss Frank?" He observed her closely, noting the subtle shifts in her expression,

the intricate carvings on the study's wooden door. "But he also...

hers. "Such as?" He knew he was treading on delicate ground, but the truth was

was about to reveal. "I'm not who you think I am, Detective. I'm not just a student at Blackwood." She paused, as if steeling hers

a myth, a legend whispered in hushed tones within the hallowed halls of the academy. Stories of their power, and their eventual descent into madness and

laced with a mixture of disbelief a

on the darker aspects of the soul. It's seductive, and it's dangerous. It can corrupt you from the inside out." She looked away, a flicker of

ng grimoire, the obsidian feather, and now, Elizabeth's secret. It all

is voice now more insistent. "Is t

ource of our power. Or, at least, it was. It contains spells

ter now, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Because you possess a dange

f her secret, and the shadow of suspicion, was crushing her. Jeo knew, with