Threaded (The Solstice Cycle, #1)

by Tay Rose

But then … Xara lost the First War. The true knowledge of what Zadione is to this world was lost, just as she was taken from it. The blame for the loss was passed to her, and the only reminder of her existence was her silver moon still hanging in the sky and the kernel of her magic still flowing in the first Ginnelevé’s veins. That same magic was passed down from mother to daughter, weakening with each generation but always there, guiding us and keeping us hidden from the darkness that has steadily been seeping into this world. I am the last Silver Priestess. And you, my light, are our last heir. The night you were born, I felt something change. The small drop of silver power I carried roared in exaltation, as if celebrating the return of something resembling itself. And when I held you in my arms for the first time, I looked into your eyes and I knew. Somehow, Zadione had come back into the world, just briefly enough to bless