The sky exploded blue and red, then purple and green. It glowed and hissed and fizzled, filling the air with metal that smelled like smoke and booms shook the earth around them. Pop, bam, wizzle, a blinding flash of light, and glowing streams of heat and light falling toward them like gentle rain. The dark erupted, over and over, as if something were attempting to push forth from it, borne of heat and light and pain. Then. Save for the low-hanging cloud, it was dark and silent.
“That is SO COMPLETLY not how you’re supposed to cast a dinner spell.”