Wings of Flame by J. D. Monroe

Author:J. D. Monroe [Monroe, J. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mighty Fine Books, LLC
Published: 2019-08-28T05:00:00+00:00

By the time the bell rang for midday prayers, Sohaila had advice on preparing her workspace and what injuries could be ignored to get a dragon in the air again. Irazia scurried to her quarters and returned with a journal full of her own recipes and notes. She let Sohaila copy recipes for several healing brews, including one that would rejuvenate her energy, though she warned her not to drink it too often. Most surprising, Irazia taught her the Aegis Hymn, a ritual song of power. She felt like she’d learned more in a day with Irazia than in a decade back at the temple.

When the last bell rang, Sohaila hurried to the sanctuary to pray with her sisters. She was distracted, already thinking of how she could practice the hymn without being heard. Then she realized she was in one of the holiest places in the world, not even thinking of the Skymother. With a pang of guilt, she clutched her hands to her chest and focused. Mas-ferah was the hour of asking for wisdom. There was no music or incense to distract the senses. The silence of mas-ferah was to clear everything else away, making it easier to hear her voice.

Forgive my distraction, blessed Skymother. Thank you for Irazia’s wisdom. Thank you for your gifts of intelligence and for the opportunity to be in this beautiful place. I ask for your guidance. Please give me the knowledge I need to protect them.

Her heart thumped as a certain dragon wedged his way into her thoughts.

And help me to know if this is right. I have always loved him. And I don’t know if this is coincidence, your design, or a test. But I cannot believe it is an accident that he was the one to rescue me. Perhaps you have put him in my path so I can protect him, in a way I never could have before. Just show me the way.

Around her, feet shuffled as some of the sisters and the other occupants of the citadel rose to return to their day. After murmuring a rote prayer of gratitude, Sohaila brushed off her knees and returned to her workshop. She took a winding path through the gardens, breathing in the sweet perfume of flowers and basking in the warmth.

The healers’ quarters were underground, directly beneath the healing pavilion. Flickering lanterns lit the dim hallway. As she descended the narrow stairs, she saw Marlena waiting at her door, staring up at the low ceiling. Sohaila tapped the younger woman on the shoulder. Bright light ignited beneath her skin, tattoos flaring bright as Marlena yelped in surprise.

“Sorry,” Sohaila said, jumping back. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I was in another world,” Marlena said. She frowned and clenched her fists. Slowly, the glowing marks diminished. “You probably have a lot to do, but I’ve had a pounding headache for days. Can you mix up something for me, please?”

“Of course,” Sohaila said. She pushed past Marlena, beckoning for her to follow into the workshop.

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