Halfstone: A Tale Of The Narathlands - Plot & Excerpts
He felt much calmer now. Jon and Télia were standing together in silence. The loose ends of a smile lingered on Jon’s face. Télia’s was a tone lighter than usual. He walked past them and seated himself by the fire. “Frightful weather outside, is it not?” Jon asked. “It is.” “Your father’s storm surges within you, Aldrick” Aldrick looked up. “Hold on… are you saying… I did that? I made the thunder and lightning?” “You surely did. None of those clouds out there are storm clouds. That was of your own making.” “But… but how? How is it that my father, my mother and Malath all had these abilities that other wielders don’t?” “An intuitive question,” Jon said, raising a finger. “It is perhaps what brought them together at a young age—their uniqueness. It occurs in those who have survived great peril in their lives, who have persevered through immeasurable odds. In doing so they inherit the ability to control whatever it was that threatened their survival.
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