“It’s not just rock. It’s godstone.” I stopped. “Godstone? At my family’s home?” She nodded. “In its raw, unmolded form. I’ve only read about it in books. We were told only the Kindred could make it, and the supply they left was all used up. No one thought we’d ever see any more.” “Then where did this come from?” “From you. The rocks were only present in the places your magic touched.”
