A Whateley Academy Story
Glyph 3: Ink in her Veins
Kirby Hall, Friday afternoon, Sept 30th, 2016
“It’s ALIVE,” I cried out, as if I was some mad-scientist from an old horror movie.
Bending over, I took a closer look at the vial of black liquid that was bubbling over a bunsen burner. It looked gross and disgusting, just like something out of one of those movies, hence the dramatic exclamation. There were several other containers of similar liquids spread out on the work station, as well as some powders.