Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1)

by Harper Hawthorne

“A Catalyst and a Conduit,” the others chanted. “All and none, all and one. Mirrors, my King. Mirrors. Not one Harbinger, but two—one yet to be reborn! Two fates entangled, another entwined. The Source, it gives and takes and gives and takes and gives and takes. They are life and death. They are the cycle, preserved. They are vengeance and mercy, incarnate.”

Arcana was the conversion of one element of aether into something else entirely, drawing upon the pure aether in our veins to transmute that elemental energy at will. It was true control. True manipulation of the lifeblood of the universe. The complex science and spellwork of the gods.

Shadow is a constant. I find that more comforting than unsettling.

would like to be your friend, though. I don’t really do that much, either… But for you, I think I’ll have to make an exception.”