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Aidah and her twin brother Tavish have always had a knack for getting into trouble. From pie stealing and pranks to hunting for magical creatures, they have always escaped notice in their tiny mountain village.
Aidah begins seeing visions through her brother’s eyes. He’s a Firestarter, gifted with the Talent to control light and heat, destined to become a Sun Mage in the great city of Landaran. But he doesn’t want to leave without his sister. As storm clouds gather, Aidah dreams of a beautiful man, a frightening man, calling to her.
She fears the truth. That she may be developing a Talent of her own, one that will endanger everyone.
The power to read minds. To possess bodies. To travel inside dreams. In the world of Ernid, Spirit is the ultimate power.
Nations will go to war over them.
“Tavish!” Aidah hissed, nudging her brother with her foot. Her little gesture only earned her a wave of emotion from him of self-blame, despair, pain and grief. She doubled over with the force of it, clutching at her heart.
“It’s all right, Aidah,” Jardan said in a calm voice, as Aidah struggled to separate her emotions from her brother’s. Tavish looked somewhat horrified, realizing that something was wrong with her. Jardan continued. “It should still hurt you, Tavish, even if they were bad, as you say. It should never be easy to kill another person.”
“Aidah,” Tavish said, ignoring Jardan. Aidah knew that, because at the moment she was him; she was watching herself struggle with her Talent through his eyes. She was feeling his fear, his concern, and she was hearing his frantic thoughts. The separation wasn’t working; instead she was being drawn further and further into him. She could even feel his Talent. It felt like she could reach his hand out and make him use it. Control him…
“Don’t touch her,” She heard Jardan’s sharp voice, and stopped her brother’s hand that had been reaching out to touch herself. She—Tavish—looked in confusion to Jardan. “It wouldn’t be a good idea right now,” Jardan continued. “Everyone, keep a little distance.” Aidah watched Jardan look at her from Tavish’s eyes. “Aidah? Where is your aura?”
Probably all over the place, she thought, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. The realization dawned upon her. She had moved Tavish’s hand.
“What’s happening?” Her uncle asked, and just like that, she was in him, feeling his worry, and it seemed it would be even easier to control him, him being without any Talent, to cloud his mind and make him do whatever she wanted. Deeper down, she felt a powerful sense of despair, but that wasn’t from Brenton. Aidah wasn’t sure where that was coming from. Herself?
“Her powers are surging,” Jardan explained.