Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai
Her eyes, which had been full of despair, suddenly lit with a wild, desperate hope.
"A story," she repeated. "It needs a story."
She scrambled to her feet, unrolling the Loom of Stories. The threads were still dim, but they were there. They were the stories of their world, of Liora and Ashiel, of Kael and Lyra, of the Harmony and the Grey. They were the anchor their own reality was built on.
"What are you thinking, Sela?" Leo asked, his voice cautious.
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