Maeve Glass Novels & Stories

She looked more closely at the cross now. The indigo blue glass was cut on one side, on the other side it had a smooth surface. The cut ran to a point in the middle of the four arms of the cross and broke the light in various rainbow tones. The little spots of color danced on her skin to the rhythm of the speeding car. Although it had neither a hole nor an eyelet, it looked as if it belonged to a piece of jewelry and Aurelia figured out that it might have come off an employee's necklace.

She reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a coarse, red-and-yellow dust. "Cayenne, crushed dried mustard, and ground ash-beetle shell," Maeve said, tapping the glass with her long fingernail. "Unstopper it and throw it right into his eyes if he gets within five feet. It won't kill him, but he won't be tracking anything by scent or sight for six hours. Twenty dollars." I handed over the last of my cash without hesitation, slipping the red vial into the inner pocket of my jacket, right next to my heart.

She slowly lowered her glasses, her golden eyes stretching completely wide with pure shock as she looked pointedly at the bright silver petals, then straight up at my face. "Cassian hasn't been in this greenhouse in three months, Zaria," Maeve whispered, her voice shaking violently as she pointed at my trembling fingers. "Those flowers didn't open for him."

Power like that always takes a toll on her body. But before I can reach the top of the hill, I stop dead in my tracks. My jaw tightens. Dorian is already there. The alchemist stands beside Maeve, handing her a glass bottle filled with thick, dark red liquid that bubbles softly inside. “What is this, Dorian?” I faintly hear Maeve ask. Her face looks pale after destroying that block of wood.

Sean slid open the cabin window, his voice sharp with annoyance. "Wendy's health matters more than anything. No one is more important than her. As for the one behind you, if she dies, then that's her fate. Some lives just don't matter." He snapped the window shut without another word. The doctor trembled with anger, but he had no choice. He maneuvered around the bodyguards, squeezing through a narrow gap. At last, we managed to pass beside the helicopter. As we moved past it, one of Sean's friends happened to open the window for some air. The moment he saw my pale, lifeless face, he recoiled in shock and fell back into his seat.

Some depict landscapes of nature and lit up cities through pointillism with tiny dots and strokes resembling people while others are made up of abstract shapes and colorways, allowing your eyes to flow in hypnotic directions. We reach the end of the hallway and move away from carpet lining and dim lights and into an atrium-like opening, where the ceiling is made with traditional mosaic glass, the sun causing each color to create prisms on the walls. Although still curious where we are, I'm full of gratitude as Nancy allows me to take in everything on my own and with silence. I break the stillness by finally asking her about the place. "Mind telling me why we're here?" Similar to Alex's manne

Allison took a deep breath. “There is a way,” she finally said and we all breathed in hope. “The glass of Meereen. An ancient rare artifact that can pierce the heart of any supernatural creature bringing them to their death. It’s a powerful tool that could be used for evil in the wrong hands. After the war, most of it was destroyed or lost.” She paused. We were looking forward to her every word with the anticipation of a child who has been told a bedtime story and is pleading for the next chapter.

MAEVE The maid wouldn't stop apologizing. She sat in the passenger seat of Maeve's car, hands twisted together in her lap, her voice coming out in broken, stuttering fragments that were doing nothing except making Maeve's headache worse. "I… I swear, Gamma, I had gone back to retrieve the glass hoping he had already drunk it, just like you said, but when I got there the Luna was…. she was already drinking from it and I couldn't…. I didn't know how to…"

Jack looked up through the glass skylight of the atrium. Descending slowly through the storm, ignoring the wind, was a monstrosity. It was twice the size of the others, carved from black obsidian—volcanic glass. Its wingspan was thirty feet wide. And its body was covered in glowing purple sigils that drank the energy of the Aegis cannons. "Obsidian," Jack cursed. "Volcanic glass doesn't have a crystalline grain structure like granite. The resonance won't shatter it." "It's diving!" Marcus yelled.

“Vault?” Maeven’s hand was still over Sable’s mouth, and her grip hurt—hard enough to bruise. She didn’t apologize. She was shaking. “Do not,” Maeven hissed, eyes locked on Sable’s face, “make another sound.” Sable nodded against her palm. Maeven released her and spun, snatching a small pouch from her coat. She threw its contents at the crack—salt, ash, and something black that looked like ground bone.