This is the truth no one-no person-dares imagine.

Theologians both north and south avoid the topic, the present and future wellbeing of the souls in their care having the greater weight, the past being unalterable. Historians and lore masters of the northern continent, experienced with ice, teach the world started in fire and it was only as it cooled that life of any sort could exist, be it hen or person. Finally, the world was ready for people to live upon it, and so they did. When the shell cracked, in poured sunlight and warmth, melting the ice. Those from the southern continents insist the world began as a frozen hen’s egg, its yolk the ground beneath, its pristine white the ice, and its shell a sky of endless darkness and stars. Keepers of histories agree on this, if little else. And deliciously dark.” Kristen Britain, New York Times bestselling author of the Green Rider series “ The Gossamer Mage is like eating chocolate-smooth, addictive, and fabulous. He has yet to learn She is all that protects Tananen from what waits outside. To end this terrible toll, the greatest mage in Tananen vows to find and destroy Her. But her magic demands to be used the Deathless Goddess will take her fee, and mages will die. Each successful intention ages a mage until they dare no more. If an intention is flawed, what the mage creates is a gossamer: a magical creature as wild and free as it is costly for the mage.įor Her Gift comes at a steep price. Mage scribes learn to write Her words as intentions: spells to make beasts or plants, designed to any purpose. The words are Her Gift, and they summon magic. Only in this small, forbidden realm are there those haunted by words of no language known to woman or man. Only in Tananen do people worship a single deity: the Deathless Goddess.

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