Five thousand other people had not been so lucky. Hunt had been lucky, had been taking his last breaths, when the firstlight saved him. Scores had been dead by the time her firstlight erupted through Lunathion.

The city had been healed-by her-but its people … Now they just stared.īryce didn’t blame the people who wanted to speak to her, who needed to speak to her. The first few times had been overwhelming, unnerving-people coming up to her and sobbing with gratitude. Some variation of this had happened nearly every single day since the attack this past spring. The shifters-some sort of big cats, from their scents, and rich ones, judging by their watches and jewelry-blatantly ogled her.īryce offered them a bland, close-lipped smile.

Or maybe that was the well-dressed older shifter couple standing by a reclining statue of Cthona, the earth goddess, naked and awaiting the embrace of her lover, Solas. As if it were a temple.īryce had the creeping sensation that the various ancient statues of the gods flanking the long lobby watched her. Yet even with the crowd, an air of quiet reverence and serenity filled the space. With her Fae hearing, she could have sworn she heard the hundreds of voices all around her whispering, Juniper Andromeda. There was only one reason why the theater was so packed tonight. The sight of the swarming masses in the lobby, drinking and chatting and mingling, filled Bryce Quinlan with a quiet sort of joy and pride. All rights reserved.įor a Tuesday night at the Crescent City Ballet, the theater was unusually packed. House of Sky and Breath Introduction Excerpt.

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