Melting Stones (Circle Reforged)
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Evvy, a young stone mage in training, is accompanying her mentor, Rosethorn, and another dedicate from Winding Circle while they investigate mysterious happenings on the island of Starns. Her job is to listen and learn, but, being Evvy, she can't just keep quiet and do nothing. With the help of Luvo, the rock being she befriended at her home in Yanjing, Evvy discovers the source of the problem — a long-dormant volcano. Now she and her friends must save the islanders from impending disaster — if only Evvy can use her talents to avert the certain destruction that looms ahead.
the main building, sucking her thumb. She was six, maybe, a mix of races, with light brown skin, brown hair, and long brown eyes. Her nose and chin were sharp. She was a pretty thing. She needed better clothes, though. Her dress was the color of butter amber, but it was patched. The sleeves had been ripped out of the armholes. She stared at us, walking out into the dooryard for a better look. The beautiful girl—Nory—who had come for Oswin the night before ran out of the house. “Meryem, I told
didn’t teach you how to be rude.” Rosethorn was using her this-is-your-only-warning voice. I’d been rude? I was impatient. How was I rude if I was just honest and wanted a straight answer? “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Either Jayat didn’t agree I’d been rude, or he was really easygoing. “We used to be able to call up the deep power with the right spells. Mages here have done it for centuries. The veins along these trails are so accustomed to this use, they almost offer the power
Carnelian and Flare, wrestling until I popped between them. I sped back to the huge chamber. There I flailed about until I saw the path back to my body. I flew up through earth, water, and stones. I scrambled to reach my meat body, my meat lungs, and cooler air. When I shot onto the basalt where my shell sat, my mind went black. Everything hurt. Everything. There were pins in my muscles. Big, rusty needles stabbed my joints. I tried to draw the coolness of the basalt into myself, to make the
where the ocean rolls to the earth’s pulse. So where does this seam go? Under the Battle Islands? Many do, he replied. I have heard it said that earthquakes often take place in this part of the world. It is because many seams are here. I had thought that if I showed you these things you might have fewer questions. Instead, you have more. Are you never unquestioning? I could tell Luvo was teasing me. I’m quiet when I sleep. Besides, you said you wanted to stop me whining. You didn’t say you
those long-ago mages. Like he was worthy of respect, even as they had been. “I don’t understand this at all.” The Master Herder was a woman. She was wringing her hands. “I know the herds have been odd for days, skittish, panicky—I thought it was so many earthquakes. I just don’t understand, why us, why our mountain? Have we offended some god? We try to pay respect to all the ones we know of, but perhaps we missed one? Our mountains have always been so quiet.” “Nonsense.” Luvo actually sounded