“In the mornings, she and Oro ran on the beaches below the Whitecliffs. He said it would help clear her mind, and it did. She practiced moving large and small objects. She practiced manipulating the dirt and rocks around her. Every day, he came up with new tests, new ways to sharpen her control. In the evenings, they had dinner together, just the two of them. Afterward, they would sit on the floor, drinking tea, trading stories about their childhoods, until Isla inevitably fell asleep. She always woke up in her bed, though, meticulously wrapped in blankets.”
―
Alex Aster,
Nightbane