NightWind by Sara Kincaid

NightWind by Sara Kincaid

Author:Sara Kincaid [Kincaid, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-23T22:00:00+00:00


Within weeks of Arayna’s assumption of the regency, the great divide widened and the once beloved Mystics were forced to seek refuge on Mt. Yama. “I fear that our reign is at an end.” Zaid poked at the flames of the cooking fire with a long stick. He wore a loose wrap over his shoulders against the mountain’s chill. Winter was not long behind them.

Eira’s head poked out of her white, fur-lined coat. “Don’t be ridiculous. We are Mantinea.”

“I don’t think the people see it that way.” Zaid sat back on his haunches and tossed the flaming stick onto the blaze.

“Only Raze Uxton thinks that.” Eira snorted rudely and pulled her chair closer to the blaze. She rubbed her hands together, calling forth a spark with little effort. They all watched the little silver flame dance on her fingers before she snuffed it between her palms with an annoyed sigh.

“Raze has many allies. He’s turned an entire garrison against us. It’s only a matter of time before they overthrow the Regent. Already they seed doubt about her legitimacy and our power.”

Zaid’s words turned Eli’s thoughts to the Aviatrix, Rina, for whom he had labored, carving runes into his skin so that he could call forth enough power from the spark to give her the gift of flight. She, too, seemed under his spell. It was no secret that she and Raze were lovers. Despite the fact that the Mystics gave the Aviators—and all of Burga—the gift of the spark, they had turned against them.

“Enough!” Master Moriyo slapped his palm against his thigh. The old man was seated in shadows that flickered with the flames. His long, gray ponytail curved down his jaw and pooled in a thin strand on his knee. “We must have faith in the spark. It was the spark that guided Nia through the doorway to our world and it was the spark that gave her comfort when she was alone. It is in the spark I trust for I have seen the impossible with my own eyes and performed it with my own hands.”

Something from nothing. While gold was the color of Burga and filled in the broken crevices, both real and imagined, silver was the color of true power.



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