Chasm (The Glacian Trilogy, #2)

by Stacey McEwan

this is the part of the story where the heroes rise from the dust and renew their energies to the task ahead.”

“Regardless, no. I don’t believe you fear me, or anyone else,” Hector continues. “But I think you fear anyone knowing you well. I think you fear becoming predictable to another. You see safety in distance.”

If you demand it, force it, it will bite. If you want the magic to rise at your will, then you will find the ways to coax it out.

Dawsyn now attributes to the zeal of joy, the blissful jolt of rightness when all minute cosmic interferences align.

“Stay the frost, malishka,” he tells her softly.

“And I am like you. I will rise each day and choose my own course.”

“After all, we are each filled with darkness and light. We must always learn to balance the two.”

“Allowing anger to dispel the pain won’t be enough in the end,”