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Every elemental who had ever lived—every waterworker and windsinger, every shadowcaster and every firebrand like Tal—had to use a casting, a physical object uniquely forged by their own hands, to access their power. Their singular power, the one element they could control. But not Rielle. She needed no casting, and fire was not the only element that obeyed her. All of them did.
He was hers, and these men wanted to kill him. A knife-sharp rage crested within her. How dare they?
nervousness about the next day tickled her insides like birds desperate to be set loose from their cages.
“Cunning. Willful and lovely. It’s a volatile combination.
“I want so many things,” she whispered, “and none of them are very good.”
Maybe if I have enough of you, that light you shine will stave off the wickedness that lives inside me.”
That’s what friends are for: to do the thinking for you when your own mind’s gone fogged.”
“We are all of us dark creatures,” Navi said, “but if we linger in those shadows, we’ll be lost. Instead we must seek the light when we can, and that’s just what you’re doing. I see it happening.”
“You believe too easily,” Eliana muttered. “And you don’t believe enough.” “Belief doesn’t keep you alive.” “But, given time, it can win wars.”
