“You must surrender something of yourself to wield it as your father has done. A piece of your soul. A piece of your life.” I swallowed hard. “Then how has he used it for so long.” “He has stolen what he cannot afford to give. Each tithe, the people of Marmoris suffer. They are drained, their magic stripped far more than they are willing to give, their lives shortened. But even that isn’t enough.”
