Here's the entire collection of November's posted excerpts, in order and with links.
Kaz’s fingers clamped down on the back of the boys’ necks. His grasp was icy, and black shot through Cyprus’s vision. That iciness spread from the point of contact, sinking dark magic deep into his muscles. Cyprus didn't know if he'd collapsed or frozen in place standing.
Like with "Black Dragon," I decided to make "Lost and Found" a more fitting cover now that it's on the chopping block.