Bronze By Ellen Tracy Novelas e Histórias

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

Because if he knew, he wouldn’t have even agreed to the deal; at least they thought so. Lin was the one about to speak, and although her initial plan was to make things up because she had no idea where the gold stone was and knew not much about it, her mind began to get enlightened and she knew that it was due to the spell that the little girl back at the mansion had cast on her to help her on this quest. “So…” She began. “As for the bronze stone, I already have found it. It was absorbed into my body and that is why I have this tattoo on my wrist.” She flashed her wrist to him.

She approached my desk, her mischievous grin widening with each step. “Aren't you going to say anything, Elara?” hissed Tracy petulantly. “Aren't you going to say you're so fine after everyone found out you're a liar?” I continued to ignore her, but her friends' laughter made me tense up; regardless, I wasn't going to let them get to me. Tracy leaned over my desk, her face inches from mine, and her voice was a venomous whisper. “By the way, that bracelet you're wearing...isn't it a little too expensive for a half-breed of your caliber?” She asked dismissively, and I ignored her.

In the margin: speculum sacculus and repetitio / pretium underlined twice. Frank fetched a baker’s tray from under the window, lined with felt like a museum’s guilty conscience. He lifted the half-idol as if it would bite and laid it there. Up close, the bronze looked grown rather than cast—barnacle scars, green-black patina in the grooves. The seal ran along the broken edge, teeth of symbols that didn’t belong on a beach in Australia.

Tracy asked. “I need you to collect some things from the storage shed out back and place them where I tell you,” I told her, then listed out what I needed and where to place them. “Take Duncan with you, tell him Luna Twinkle Toes asked him to help you.” She smiled and nodded, slipping away to fetch Ducan. After Abby brought me the things I asked for, I had her go join them as well. Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to me, I made a little pouch out of the tape and poured the silver shavings inside, then taped it against the back of my left arm. With luck, I wouldn’t need it.

I breathed, clutching my arm. Daire’s eyes went wide. “Elowen—” “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a little… light show.” “That’s not nothing,” Kieran said from the doorway. His voice lost its lazy edge. “What did you do?” “Bound,” Daire said. “Old-school. No bite.” He caught my wrist gently, pushing my sleeve up despite my glare. The bracelet glowed. Not white. Not gold. Silver, bright and impossible, the crack lit like a vein of molten metal. Under it, my skin shone faintly, like there were lines drawn there no one had told me about.

Kade abandons his spot and draws closer to peer over my shoulder. “What’s this?” he asks. I open it back to the chapter on triggers, and he clicks his tongue at the words on the page. “What’s your plan? What are you trying to do, Brynne?” Neglecting him, I stretch out my hand toward Tristan and say, “Lighter. Please.” With a small shrug, Tristan drops it into my palm. I flick the wheel, and the tiny flame blooms. It licks against my skin with a sharp sting, but no pain follows.

Ace doesn’t wipe the look of concern off his face, but he nods in agreement. “I should be back by nightfall,” I tell him. As I make my way through the pack house, I hear the dungeon door open. Out of curiosity I turn toward the dungeon door and see Tracy stumbling with her hand covering her face. Striding toward her, I rip her hand from her face. There is a gruesome burn across her eye that could have only been caused by silver. It has a rancid smell and is oozing puss. Tracy tries to pull her hand away from me, but I hold onto her tightly.

The iron of the hull turned a deep, shimmering bronze—a material that was as strong as steel but as flexible as wood. The suspense of the transformation was agonizing. Audrey felt her consciousness expanding, seeing the entire world as a single, complex engine. She saw the "Porcelain" victims in the South finally cracking open, the people inside breathing again. She saw the "Silver Pack" in the North finding peace in the warmth of the new bronze cities.

“Your denial would be more convincing if you had not spent the entire morning looking toward the eastern exit.” Bronze turned toward him. “You—” “Enough,” Earl said calmly. “You have already condemned yourself with your fear.” Bronze’s face twisted with rage. Arden turned toward the doors. “You thought you were wise bronze, but you've forgotten who I am, you thought you could play with my intelligence, you thought you could hide your daughter while trying to kill another's.” This made bronze shocked, beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he cleaned them desperately. Arden pointed towards the door and lyra was dragged in by some guards holding her firmly.