MasukThalia did not let go of her mother's hand. She would remember that later, and be glad of it."Who are you?" she whispered.The golden eyes turned toward her, vast and calm, and the voices spoke again, not one after the other but all at once, rising and falling like a tide. "We are the Embers who came before you. We are every daughter and son of this line who ever lived and died. When the Rite emptied us, we had nowhere to go but into the woman who carried you. She has held us for eighteen years. She is very tired.""Let her go." Kieran's voice was low and hard. He had moved half a step in front of Thalia, one bandaged hand lifted, as though he could shield her from a hundred ghosts with nothing but his body. "Whatever you are, you are hurting her.""We are not hurting her, young Thorne." The chorus sounded almost amused. "We are all that is keeping her alive.""That is a very sinister way of putting it," Damien muttered."It is a true way," said the voices. "Do not be afraid, Thalia.
For one second, the whole world turned gold and went silent.Then the circle exploded.It did not burn. It did not roar. It simply flung outward in a single ringing wave of light, and it hit Thalia like a wall of warm water and threw her backward into Kieran's arms. They tumbled across the snow in a tangle of cloaks and limbs. Somewhere nearby, a horse screamed. Somewhere else, a sword clattered against stone. Then nothing at all, only a high, thin ringing in her ears and the sound of her own heartbeat. Her mouth tasted of copper and snow. She tried to say her mother's name, and no sound came out.Thalia opened her eyes.The snow had stopped falling. It hung in the air all around her, thousands of tiny flakes suspended in the stillness, glittering like frozen stars. Then, softly, they began to drift again, and the clearing slowly came back into focus. The pines were bent flat. The torches had all gone out. It was very, very quiet.Where the circle had stood, the ground was bare. A per
It felt like someone was pouring the sun into her veins through the soles of her feet.Thalia screamed. She did not mean to. The sound tore out of her throat before she knew it was coming, and her knees buckled, and the only thing that kept her upright was her mother's hand clamped around her wrist. Gold light climbed her legs in thin, searching lines. It crawled over her skin, under it, into the marrow of her bones, and everywhere it touched, she heard voices.They were not words. They were more like weather. A thousand whispers rolling over her at once, old and angry and exhausted, every Ember who had ever lived crying out in a language she had never been taught and somehow understood."Thalia!" Kieran's shout cut through it all. "Thalia, look at me!"She lifted her head. A ring of fire had leaped up from the snow, waist-high, bright as molten gold, circling her and her mother with a wall of light. On the other side of it stood Kieran, his face white with terror, his hands outstretc
Thalia did not run.She had spent eighteen years running from things, from questions, from mirrors, from the long gray silence of a life with no beginning. She was not going to do it now, with her mother's face sixty feet away in the falling snow."Let me speak to her," she said.Cordelia laughed. It was a light, silvery sound, and it made the nearest riders flinch. "Of course. Please. By all means, child. Look how she begs you to leave. Shall I tell you why? Because she knows what the Binding costs, and she cannot bear to watch it happen twice."A few of the retainers sniggered. "The servant wants a word with her mummy," one of them muttered, loud enough to carry. Thalia kept her eyes forward. Three years at the academy had taught her to hear that voice and let it slide off like rain. Behind her, she heard Kieran draw a slow, dangerous breath."Ten steps," Isolde said.Everyone turned. The lieutenant had not moved from her saddle, but her voice had gone hard and flat, the voice of so
Nobody moved. Snow settled on Thalia's eyelashes, and for a long moment she let it.Then she looked at Bram properly, at the way his shoulders were set and the way his hands had curled into fists, and something clicked into place in her mind with a small, clear sound."It is the same trick," she said.Cordelia's smile did not change. "I beg your pardon?""The note in the vault. Ask your husband where he was at midnight." Thalia stepped forward, and Kieran's hand tightened around hers but did not hold her back. "You wanted me to doubt him. Now you want me to doubt Bram. It is all you know how to do, Lady Cordelia. You cannot win a fight, so you plant a splinter and wait for it to fester.""What a clever little servant." Cordelia tilted her head. "Three years carrying other people's books and she thinks she can read a house like mine. You should have stayed in the kitchens, child. It is warmer there, and no one would have bothered to hunt you."The word servant landed exactly where she
The tunnel had not been opened in thirty years, and someone had already opened it tonight.Thalia saw it the moment Lord Alder's lantern swept across the iron door set into the northern ridge. The lock hung loose. Fresh scratches gleamed bright against the old rust, and in the sleet-slick mud outside, a line of boot prints led straight into the dark."Stay behind me," Kieran said, and drew his sword."I do not think so," Thalia replied, and went in beside him.They had slipped out through the kitchens to avoid the guards, and in the back passage, the maid who had whispered about Thalia that night stood waiting with a loaf of bread and a heavy wool wrap pressed to her chest. Her eyes were red. "I was wrong about you, my lady," she said in a rush. "I was repeating what I was told. I am sorry. Please take these. It is bitter cold out there." Thalia took them, and found, to her surprise, that her throat had gone tight.Now Lord Alder stopped at the threshold. He had walked them all the wa







