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by
Thea Guanzon
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November 7 - November 8, 2024
He heard the girl before he saw her, a high and golden hum that cut through the chaos of battle like the first flare of sunrise.
and perhaps this, too, was how a war began. In the space between heartbeats. In the room of night.
A yearning for somewhere she could belong, and for someone she could belong to.
Aether is the prime element, the one that binds all the others together and connects each dimension to the next. Every once in a while, an aethermancer is brought into this world—someone who can traverse the aether’s path in specific ways. Rainsingers. Firedancers. Shadowforged. Windcallers. Thunderstruck. Enchanters. And you. The Lightweave is the thread and you are the spinner. It will do as you command. So, tell it what you want.
People always said that Alaric of House Ossinast, Master of the Shadowforged Legion and Gaheris’s only son and heir, had the most piercing gray eyes. Those eyes shone a bright and chilling silver with the glow of his magic under the seven moons, looking directly into hers.
She couldn’t help but think, Thank the gods that I will never love someone that much.
To become the light that guides us out of the shadows, and to freedom.”
“Do you make it a habit to compliment everyone who’s trying to kill you?” “Not everyone.” His eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. “Just you.
He grabbed her wrist before she could draw it back. “I liked you better when you were afraid of me,” he drawled. “Well, I liked you better when you were unconscious.
May the gods help me. Alaric resisted the urge to put his head in his hands in a fit of despair. I’m attracted to my wife.
