Ember Falls (The Green Ember #2)

by S.D. Smith

The Green Ember burns; the seed of the New World smolders. Healing is on the horizon, but a fire comes first. Bear the flame.

“Let us hear with humility, see with generosity, speak with honesty, and so leap with audacity!”

“Bring us out of this mountain of doom, Our upturned world of woe, Take us leap by leap, by leap, along, To glories yet unknown. Every step on these silver stairs, Over ancient abysmal heights, Brings us closer to Blue Moss Hills, Out of darkness and into the light. The Immovable Mountain heaved, And from stone to stone we soared. By Fay’s stone book we look and see, And we live by Flint’s stone sword. We go on with grateful hearts, For this inheritance so kind, Our fathers dreamed, believed, and leapt, So that we, one day, might fly.”

“There is no other way, Picket. Would you stay here with the aged, with the mothers and their children? Would you lie in bed with the lame and sick while your brothers fight in the field, while Heather and Emma work in Morbin’s shadow?” “Of course not,” he said, anger flashing in his eyes. “Then rouse yourself, lad,” Uncle Wilfred growled. “Many wounds will bloom in this battle, and you will carry yours inside you. But carry them and fight on. Fight for Smalls, for Emma, for Heather and the whole wounded world. Carry your pain and let it fire you in the fight. Bear the burden and bear the flame.”