Pierce, Tamora - Circle Of Magic 01 by Pierce Tamora

Author:Pierce, Tamora [Pierce, Tamora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-15T16:19:31+00:00

Lightning blazed. A single broad strip lanced into a tree on the peak of the rock that was Bit Island, and a hundred burning fragments flew through the air. Tris's gleeful shout was drowned in a thunder-crash that shivered her bones.

"A good thing it only struck a tree, and that tree alone on a rocky peak," Niko said when they could hear again.

"Lightning creates hundreds of wildfires every year, burning acres of forest and croplands. It kills people and animals, too.

It's a dangerous toy - keep that in mind."

"If it's so dangerous, why not push the storms out to sea - or better yet, stop them cold? I mean, I'd miss them, but wouldn't that be easier for most people?"

"Oh, no!" he said instantly. "Easy perhaps for the people, but it would mean death or madness for a mage." He waited for a growl of thunder to end before he went on. "Nature has her own power. Tempting as it is, mages should never tinker with Nature, not in a storm, or in an earthquake, or with the tides. She may allow it for a time, but eventually she always loses her temper. The results can be - devastating. Trust me." He sighed. "Even the greatest mages have their limit -

and Nature is it."

"But - aboard the ship - those knots. The captain said mimanders tie the wind in those knots. Isn't that meddling with Nature?"

Niko smiled thinly. "Mimanders who specialize in winds spend their lives learning nothing else - those who survive apprenticeship, anyway. Just one in ten lives to be a journeyman, you know. As masters they coax the winds into thinking that the curves of the knot are the open lanes of air where they usually travel. Are you prepared to spend ten years or more learning to be a simple puff of air? Learning only that, and nothing else, and that only if you live?"

Tris stared out at the white-capped waves. The storm was moving on, the roll of thunder growing more distant.

There has to be a quicker way, Tris thought. If I was a mage, I'd get Nature to do my bidding. They'd call me "Storm-Killer," and I would be famous all over the world.

Niko tugged her ear gently. "Let's try the exercise again. Breathe in..."

When Daja entered Frostpine's forge, the fire was banked. Only Kirel was there, up to his elbows in clay as he shaped molds.

She hesitated. "I - was looking for Dedicate Frostpine?"

"Just walk around to the other side of this building. He's a goldsmith today."

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