Curious Tides by Pascale Lacelle EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Pascale Lacelle
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EMORY
TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY of a new moon, and on the banks of the
Aldersea, the tide was low.
There was a time when these facts meant nothing to Emory Ainsleif, but that
was before the night her very life hinged on those details. Now the moon was no
longer just a moon, the tide was something to fear, and though Emory was
grateful for the sun still shining in the late-summer sky, unease gathered like
stones in her stomach.
Aldryn College for Lunar Magics rose up ahead, ivy-clad buildings crowning
the steep hill that plunged into the restless sea below. Emory dug her nails into
her palm as the taste of salt water lled her mouth, a phantom impression she
had yet to shake. Blood swelled from the wound. She closed her eyes, savoring
the twinge of pain before the magic in her veins could heal it. It was an ordinary
sort of pain. Comforting, almost. Nothing like the aching throb of images that
surged in her mind—a blood-slick column of rock, a spiral burned in silver on
her wrist, four bodies splayed on the sand—as if coaxed free at the sight of
Aldryn.
That particular pain she couldn’t heal away, no matter how she tried to ease
it.
“You’re New Moon, then?”
Emory startled. The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror, motioning to
her hand, where the sigil of her lunar house glistened darkly on her pale skin. A
black circle wreathed in silver narcissus. It glared back at her as if taking oense
at the trickle of blood marring its surface. Guiltily, she wiped at it, seeing only
death in its delicate ink.
“What’s your tidal alignment?”
“Healing.”
The driver whistled an impressed note. His own hands gripping the wheel
were bare. Everyone was born with the capacity for magic, a drop of it in their
blood, but only those who proved procient enough bore their house’s sigil and
studied at places like Aldryn.
“I’ve got a second cousin who’s in House New Moon too,” the driver said.
“Shadowguide. Works at a morgue in Threnody.” He repressed a visible
shudder, grumbling something under his breath about how the dead should be
left alone.
Emory could almost hear the pointed comment Romie might have made.
People fear what they don’t understand, she would say, nose tilted up in disdain at
such small-mindedness. But there’s beauty in death, you know.
Indeed, no one would ever dare frown upon a Healer, whose touch could
prove more ecient than any modern medicine, but some magics, like a
Shadowguide’s ability to commune with spirits, or a Reaper’s death touch, made
most people uneasy—especially those with little to no magic. They don’t
understand like we do that death is just as much a part of the sacred cycle as life,
Romie would say.
It didn’t make losing her any easier.
“Here we are,” the driver exclaimed as the cab crested the hill. “Aldryn
College.”
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