Allissa

I saw it with my own eyes, the thing that had lived between those two children since a ballroom years ago. A line of light ran from my daughter’s outstretched hand straight into Thorin at the circle’s heart, and Lyra’s silver poured down it like water finding a channel. Thorin’s head came up. His hands came up with it, wrapped in her light, and he turned to the sleeping mountain, and he did something none of us knew he could do. That they could do.

Crystal rose out of the ...