Storm Glass (Glass, Book 1)
Maria V. Snyder
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As a glassmaker and a magician-in-training, Opal Cowen understands trial by fire. Now it's time to test her mettle. Someone has sabotaged the Stormdancer clan's glass orbs, killing their most powerful magicians. The Stormdancers—particularly the mysterious and mercurial Kade—require Opal's unique talents to prevent it happening again. But when the mission goes awry, Opal must tap in to a new kind of magic as stunningly potent as it is frightening. And the further she delves into the intrigue behind the glass and magic, the more distorted things appear. With lives hanging in the balance—including her own—Opal must control powers she hadn't known she possessed…powers that might lead to disaster beyond anything she's ever known.
the subject. “Where’s your watchdog?” he asked, looking around the room. “At the glass shop, helping Mara.” “Impressive. He’s learned to trust you.” But he shouldn’t. The unexpected thought popped in my head. I retrieved the orb from under my bed before I could say anything I would regret. Unwrapped, the orb’s song vibrated through the room as the energy tingled up my arms. “I’m not done searching for Varun,” he said when I carried it out. “Have you talked with
“The fun begins,” he said as Sir and Tal came for Kade. They untied his hands and feet, but left the netting draped around him until Crafty entered the storeroom. She pulled the net off him. Sir and Tal drew their weapons and stepped back as the Stormdancer stood. Crafty said, “I have a null shield around him.” Kade rubbed the blood back into his arms and legs. His focus never left Devlen. The Warper positioned a clamp on my left arm, twisting the screw until the device was secured
east-west road, which led straight to the Citadel. An abandoned quarry was on the other side, and a thin wood occupied our side. “Gather wood for a fire, and I’ll take care of the horses,” she said. I picked up enough dead branches from the edge of the wood to get a fire started, but would need more for the rest of the night. Before searching deeper into the forest, I hesitated. Reluctance pulled. Every time I had been alone, something bad happened. Determined not to let my fears
season would dominate. First morning classes had ended. Students filled the campus pathways. Clustered in groups or hurrying to another building, they had a half-hour break before the start of the second sessions. Intent on finding Ulrick, I sailed past the others not bothering to note their moods. I found him outside the guest quarters surrounded by a gaggle of senior girls. Hanging back, I waited for the group to disperse, but Ulrick spotted me. He excused himself and joined me.
entered the market. He paused as the roar of voices and spicy smells crashed into us. But he adapted fast. Pulling Aydan’s list from my hands, he scanned the paper. “Bricks and large equipment will have to wait until the trip to Booruby. For now, we should tackle the smaller items. Let’s find the blacksmith and order the irons, pipes and the hardware for the gaffer’s bench. Then we’ll talk to a woodworker about building the bench and cracking-off box.” He glanced around the crowded market.