Blue Majik -

The vial was gone. The threads were quiet.

The last drop of Blue Majik fell onto his fingertip. It pulsed once, like a tiny, dying heart. And then, with the last of his strength, Kaelen touched the thread that connected him to the world—the brilliant, tangled, beautiful, brutal mess of it—and he let go . blue majik

All the threads he had cut, all the pain he had moved, came rushing back. Not to their original owners. To the only place they could find: an empty vessel. A hub. Him. The vial was gone