Ghostwater (Cradle, #5)

by Will Wight

The ‘realization cascade,’ that’s what I call it! I don’t call it that.”

Might even make you smarter, which ah...no offense, but...I mean, you should just take a drink.

“You’re carrying me. What’s happening? This is a rush!

“You hit with the strength of a dragon! What is your name, human?” The green-horned man stopped. He wiped blood from his eyes with a thumb, though he didn’t bother cleaning the rest of his face. “Ziel,” he said.

“The prize is an illusion,” he continued. “The mountain has no peak. You keep climbing and climbing until you fall off and break yourself at the bottom. Highgold is one step, Truegold is another step, but there’s no end to it. You could walk forever, but every Path ends in a fall.”

Ziel watched the dream tablets shifting over Lindon’s head. “Just make sure you have something else to keep you going. Sacred arts are not enough to live for.”

Eithan was Forging stars of pure madra in the air. They sparkled in the flash of lightning like birds of glass, but Longhook swung his hook through them, crushing the Forger technique before it was born.

Eithan would need to flood such a technique with madra. It was one of the biggest wastes of power he could imagine; no one would be able to maintain a defense like that for longer than a few seconds.

Do you hear what I’m saying? Willingness to help, that’s all I’m looking for. Moral support.” Little Blue raised her arms in the air and gave a cheer that sounded like wind chimes. “See, that’s all I’m asking.”