Shardless (Tempris #1)

-From the personal diary of Talya Caro

I had the dream again last night. The dream about the fire.

It began differently this time. Rather than being shaken awake as the fires blazed outside, it started out peacefully. I was standing in a garden with a man that seemed so familiar to me. His face was scarred, but his eyes were kind. He made me feel safe. But when I tried to focus on anything else about him—the color of his hair, the clothes he wore, or even his name—the more difficult it became to stay present.

We were walking a circuitous garden path, and my hands danced through an intricate series of gestures. Gold dust started to materialize and weave itself around my fingers, and in my dream, it almost felt like that energy was a natural part of me—an extension of something deep inside that I’ve somehow forgotten.