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487 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 21, 2018
Ahraia stopped to drink and looked down at her reflection as the wind calmed. The markings on her face and neck showed too now, veins of silver-red seeping across her skin- the markings of the moonlight. She had never seen them so sharply. For a moment, her simmering fear returned. Unnatural. Unwanted. Unwelcome.
"The true purpose of a shadow is not to guide the shade- but to make a sprite of her. Our shadows are a measure of us. They choose us as spritelings, when we are weak and naive, grown of soft roots- and they leave us as sprites, hardened and sharp, cut from stone. "
To be a sprite was to bind, enchant and kill; it was the only way their people managed in this light-strewn world.
One night, she was going to have to hunt with bindings and tonight was as good as any to start.
Couldn’t you just let me do it? Losna thought. I’ll be careful.
No, Ahraia conveyed.
Losna’s low grumble turned to a disapproving growl. She knew the ruin that hunting with enchantments held for Ahraia. The problem wasn’t the hunt of course—it was the binding. The act of enchanting and then killing left Ahraia empty and maimed.