Hold You In The Light Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Shepherd, I never meant for this to happen! I didn’t get a chance to explain! “Mr. Shepherd’s success is all because of you—I’d never dare take credit for what you’ve done!" Her abrupt performance cast a pall over the room. The only sound left was the rapid clicking of camera shutters. Henry immediately stepped between us, shielding her. "Rosalind, was this really necessary? Must you be so aggressive? "Tamara contributed significantly to this exhibition. Bringing her into the spotlight is just part of mentoring a newcomer." He lowered his voice to a sharp whisper, "This is a public event. Don’t make a scene." But I wasn’t making a scene. And I never would again.

Her breath caught—but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she smiled. Lifted it out of the box. Held it up like a weapon. But just as she took a step back— A flicker. A sudden dimming of the lights. A hush fell deeper than before.

“Hold it, girl.” Sienna gripped the single thread that was her, child running dusty lanes, sister’s laughter, a cheap ribbon in her hair on a day she had called happiness; hands learning herbs and heat; a man’s jaw under her palm; a crown that had never fit and never broken her neck. She held. The light moved through the held thing and did not break it. It learned its shape. It consented. Lunaris’s eyes half-closed, lashes dark against pale. “There,” she said, pleased, vicious, mother, judge. “There, little echo.”

A bright light engulfs everything as it suddenly shuts and back into the darkness where a different color of light is waving at her at the distance by which she gladly enters and finds. “The twelve holders, the Shrine Maiden. Two are taken into hiding where one is held in a prison, while the other is sleeping dead. To the upcoming prince, yet a shard of the very shard of the original, one holder is a traitor as the other one is on the brim of her once sin. Now, now, now. Can I still remember my stance?”

Hold it. There was a difference between those three things that I was learning through attempting all of them incorrectly. Pushing back created resistance and resistance made the fragment push harder. Letting it run meant the room filled with silver light and my body temperature climbed and the bond to Kael lit up like a wire carrying too much current. Holding it meant something else. A kind of internal conversation. An acknowledgment without surrender. Lyra. I see you. I am here. Not yet. It took me forty minutes the first day to hold it for ten seconds.

I turn, seeing the Xander is just as enraptured. “Hold out your hands, facing each other, shoulder width apart.” He does as I ask, and I place my light in between his hands. “Hold still,” I tell him, smiling. I close my eyes again, pulling on the light and stepping backward, drawing it out and toward me. I hear the gasps of the sprites, but they continue to remain silent, not saying a word.

He came close to me and held my hands, "Lin, I am going to show you something. Look into my eyes." There was a bright flash of light.

My grip tightened up on her arm, telling myself that she was still around with me. The flares leaving her body turned warm, getting increasingly hotter. It was so hot that I had to grit my teeth and hold on tight on her. Fear struck me,. The thought snuck into my mind that if I let her go , she might mysteriously disappear away with the light. No matter what happened, l dared not to let go of her. Not now… Not ever. #Zoey my love , my light don’t leave me#

I turn, seeing the Xander is just as enraptured. “Hold out your hands, facing each other, shoulder width apart.” He does as I ask, and I place my light in between his hands. “Hold still,” I tell him, smiling. I close my eyes again, pulling on the light and stepping backward, drawing it out and toward me. I hear the gasps of the sprites, but they continue to remain silent, not saying a word.

"Then at least you won't have to see the mess they made." "You’re doing that thing with your hands again. The air is warping." "I’m pulling the energy toward us. I’m bending the beam." "You’re bending a planet-cracker beam? You’ll be vaporized!" "I’m not a human, remember? I’m a sovereign." "The beam is firing! It’s white—it’s pure light!" "Hold your breath." "Joshua, the light—it’s hitting the shield! It’s so bright, I can’t see anything!" "Hold on to me, Richard."