Jacequin

I told Jace this was a bad idea. I never played with dolls when I was a girl, and I’m too damned old to start now. If Tezzeret was watching me, I knew he was laughing his ass off. I could feel my ears burning—which for me can be literal—and I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from looking around to see if any of the local talent was smirking, because if they were, my ears wouldn’t be the only things burning.

Pretty soon, though, I found the mana channel to activate it, and the Jacequin’s shimmery blue aura lit the thing up vividly in the cavern gloom. The doll shook itself, took a couple steps to find its balance, then turned its painted face up toward mine. “Do you have him?”

That little squeaky voice usually tickled the crap out of me, but right now my giggles were frozen out by stone cold dread. “I don’t think he’s coming. Any luck topside?”

Baltrice: This Old Man, Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3)