More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
by
Elise Kova
Read between
December 21, 2022 - March 28, 2023
The family that had traded her away in a political deal.
unwrapping the silken scarf to reveal a small, silver necklace. “A locket?”
“Just said it was my mother’s.” And that alone was reason enough for Vi to keep it close to her heart.
acquiescence
Awaken here, where it’s safe.”
Daughter of Emperor Aldrik Solaris, regarded as one of the most powerful Firebearers alive.
She was no longer in Soricium, but in a stone passageway she’d never seen before. It was akin to what she’d imagined the dungeons of Solaris to look like—damp, dark, unembellished, rough stone. But there were no cells, just a long tunnel that continued stretching into the darkness in both directions.
He had a tousled mess of black hair cut at odd angles that ultimately ended at his shoulders. No… not quite black. It was another hue—a deep plum color off-set just slightly by the light. A wicked, sickle-shaped scar ran down his left cheek and beneath the high collar of his intricately embroidered jacket. It brought her attention to a pair of piercing green eyes. He stared from underneath long lashes, fixated on the woman.
There were four affinities that commanded the four elements: Windwalkers for air, Firebearers for fire, Groundbreakers for earth, and Waterrunners for water. Yet each of those four affinities could, sometimes, tap into a deeper, more mysterious magic called an affinity of the self. For Firebearers, that was future sight.
Why did something that seemed like it made so much sense also terrify her in equal measure?
Out the main door was a serpentine walkway, wrapping around the tree, tunneling back into the trunk as it spiraled down. Two different rope bridges connected across to other structures, and walkways that were really massive limbs with railings or twisting stone bridges. High above her, the buildings stretched into the leafy embrace of the most ancient trees in the world. Far below her, the buildings grew up from the ground to make a living fortress that looked like more of a magical treehouse than the strict definitions of castles
“I’m saying that some say the crown may no longer be needed. That the Senate can represent the people alone.” “What?” Vi hissed. “They have no right.” “They don’t. They don’t, alone. But if they make the people believe the future of the crown is unstable—if you are unstable—then…” Jayme paused, letting the rest go unsaid. “The people are a powerful force if they unite behind a banner, and getting Andru on your side may be the only thing that could prevent such a tide from rising.”
towering trees of the castle and into the wooded city of Soricium. The trees were smaller, but still large enough to fit whole homes within and, thanks to the magic of the Groundbreakers, the people of Shaldan did just that. Soricium, overall, was much like the fortress. It was a mix of stone and foliage. Groundbreakers bent earth and plant alike to make dwellings that came alive right alongside their residents. Doors appeared from solid walls and branches arced over the streets to create pathways for the confident footfalls of the magically inclined. Rooftops were covered in mosses that kept
...more
“They always change the landscape. I must update my maps!” The fishing town was a nomadic ground that traveled along the coast. They used their abilities as Groundbreakers to terraform the land for better fishing. Living in a region full of those with the power to manipulate the earth itself was both a delight and nightmare,
“You, Vi Solaris, are a Child of Yargen.”
A Child of Yargen, like Ellene and Sehra. One who could harness a strange and mysterious power. A power very few possessed—a gift rarer even than Windwalkers like Vi’s mother.
“I was visited by a traveler. “She possessed the magic of Yargen, unequivocally, and knew the words of the Goddess, drawing the future from them. She told me of the Emperor’s impending downfall, the violation of the caverns, and the rise of the Mad King. She also told me that Vhalla Yarl must wed Aldrik Solaris, for they would give birth to two children. One would bear his forefather’s position in the capital of the Empire. But the other, the first to be born, would be a girl, a Child of Yargen—a daughter imperative for the future of our world.”
“No child chooses the circumstances of their birth. Rich parents, poor parents, high and low. We are all handed the starting point. What you make of every step thereafter is what defines your life.”

