Maeve Glass Novels & Stories

Maeve broke the silence first. "So..." Nobody answered. She looked around the fire. "...Are we really going to spend three days together without knowing each other's names?" "We know the names," Selene muttered. "I meant the people." "I think she's right." Cassian smiled faintly. Maeve clapped once. "I'll go first." She tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "I'm Maeve Hollow…My family runs a healing lodge in the Eastern Valleys." She smiled at the flames. "When I was little...I used to cry every time someone got hurt."

Elara'S POV “Good morning, miss.” Maeve brought me a tray for breakfast and quickly retreated as soon as I opened my mouth to ask more questions. I sighed. She wasn’t going to give me any answers. Alone, in silence, I ate while staring out the window. Snow drifted down with a hypnotizing allure as I watched one large, fluffy flake after another pass my window and disappear into the whiteness below. I’d tried to open it, to determine if it was a potential escape route, but it wasn’t that type of window. The single pane of glass was solidly anchored in the wall.

Maeve's POV The foundation I owned was not made for this. I had a good foundation, the expensive kind that came in a glass bottle and matched my undertone exactly and had never failed me in any situation I had needed it for. I had stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes that morning, building it up layer by careful layer over the mark on my neck, and the result was passable. Barely. If nobody looked directly at me in decent lighting, I would probably get through the day without having to explain myself.

"Isn't she a girl? Are you asking about the thing called 'glaze'? I'm not very clear about it. Is it similar to glass?" "Oh." Simon chuckled. "Sean, you're not romantic. Glaze is crystal. Although it's man-made, it's still crystal." Sean couldn't understand and he was still waiting for Simon to continue. But Simon stopped and looked at the window in silence. Sean pondered for a moment, suddenly realized in a shock that Simon wasn't looking outside through the window. Instead, he was looking at the glass. The glass was made of glazed material. What exactly had Simon gone through?

Madeline quietly took the piece, turning it over in her hands under the light, inspecting every detail. After a moment, she looked up, her face all business. "The glaze is like crystal—so clear and bright. The blue, it's deep but see-through, like ocean water. The way the paint dances across it, telling stories like they did back then, it's got to be real 18th-century Meissen porcelain. No doubt about it." Cilix beamed, about to thank her, when an older guy came bustling up, his eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my! This Meissen vase is a stunner—colors popping, condition mint. It's a treasure hunter's dream!"

Michaël teased laughing showing his teethless gums. Dana poured some of the melted white gold into the molds she made and started concentrating on grinding the colored glass. “Can I help?” Ben felt a heartache as he saw her meticulously grinding the glass. “It needs to be grinded into a fine powder.” Dana knitted her brows. “Okay.” Ben took the mortar and pestle from Dana; He was surprised at heavy it was. She took another set and started grinding a red colored glass stone. A couple of steps later the glass paste was ready, the lotus leaf base set in white gold, Dana carefully filled the lotus leaf with the green colored glass paint leaving the white gold veins and an area with the red color

Arric mumbled and the room brightened in a warm, inviting glow from an intricately detailed chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Eirika quickly assessed the room, having the feel of a sense of grandeur and sophistication. The focal point of the space was undoubtedly the side wall, which was made entirely of tempered glass, allowing natural light to flood in and providing a breathtaking view of the garden, lit up with outdoor lamps that shimmered throughout the grounds like fairy lights. The glass wall was framed with elegant, floor-to-ceiling drapes made of a rich, silken fabric in a deep shade of midnight blue.

The glassware looked pretty, but the prices were not since they were from imported brands. Stella looked around and found a pair of glass mugs. She picked them up to take a closer look and noticed they were quite thick. The cups were made from explosion-proof glass. They looked simple yet beautiful with a little color gradient. "Those are quite nice," Marshall walked over and said. "Are you going to get them?" Stella nodded. "Yeah. There's so much to choose from, but these caught my eye." Marshall turned to the seller and said, "Wrap these up for me and ring them up."

Caelia wasted no time moving down them, her guards following but keeping their distance now that Rhyzar was close. She would demand answers from them later. “Why the glass?” she asked, her voice clipped as she focused on her footing. “The water?” “To warm the reservoirs during the day without losing them to the sun,” Rhyzar replied easily, his stride effortless beside her. “The entirety of Mirava is built around it.” The roads—the glistening roads she had seen from above. All glass over water. “Which way?” was all she said in response, her impatience making him chuckle softly.

Gabe's mother asked, noticing my fascination with the unique table setting. "It's beautiful," I replied, still studying the shimmering crystals. "I've never seen glass like this before." I reached for a pitcher of white wine, the light refracting through it like a prism, and poured myself some wine. "It's not glass," she corrected with a hint of pride. "It's compressed crystals. They're abundant in the southern islands." "Really? We have plenty of green and red gems, but blue is rare where I come from." I turned the glass in my hand, suddenly wondering if it was made from the same type of crystals that Gabe had told us they ingested for strength.