Shadowbound 5 by Sylvan Dianne

Author:Sylvan, Dianne [Sylvan, Dianne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Urban, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9780425259849
Publisher: Ace
Published: 2014-03-25T07:00:00+00:00

Ten

Thread by thread . . . from horizon to horizon, softly glowing lattices of light spread out in every direction around her, and for a moment she was at its center . . . she was its center, and circumference, each strand plaiting itself around hundreds of others at the touch of her hand.

Infinite power flowed through her. Time itself lay still until she bade it to turn; millions of potential futures shifted and tipped. Within its endless transformation she could see so many lives playing out, their fates formed by the intersections and twists that branched out and touched others, then others, and eventually everyone and everything. Nothing was solitary, nothing happened in a vacuum. Every single choice made by every single being altered the Web in some way, from the flap of a bird’s wing to the march of an army.

Her awareness shrank until she could see only her own part of the matrix, and by feeling along different strands she could sense her connections to those she loved, those she hated, those she had yet to meet. She existed in a ring of other microcosmic webs, seven others . . . one of which was still so far away she could barely see its edges . . . and one strand, brighter and stronger than the others, ran through them all. Every two matrices were also bound to each other, except for the last two, who had not yet connected.

She wanted more than anything to touch them, to learn everything she could—in her own part of the lattice she could see the thread that made her an empath, and another that gave her musical talent. Just at a touch she could discover all of their secrets . . . but that wasn’t why she was here.

Her eyes moved back to the quicksilver strands that connected each Pair. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to grasp about them, but she could see they were strong . . . yet brittle, in their way, if the right kind of power struck them in the right place. She had seen it happen, had felt it herself. From where she stood she could see exactly what a Bondbreaking would do, and what a miracle it was they had survived it . . . and miracle was the right word given its source. Since then all of those connections had doubled in strength and were growing every day. Eventually, when that eighth web came close enough for them all to touch, the circuit among them would complete and . . . they would become what they were here to become.

Over and over again, her attention returned to one of the silver strands; it felt as though her vision was being pulled to it, her subconscious trying to show her something about it . . . but it looked just like the others. What was special about this one? She held her hands over it, afraid to touch . . . following its line from one web to another.

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