Chapter Nineteen: Fionn
It is a process I used to enjoy — spinning up pearls out of nothing. A swirl of clearwater and salt, of air and deep magic, and something beautiful emerges. Something powerful. No dense, glossy nuggets of disharmony, these, resentfully expelled by beleaguered oysters; these glitter with promise, shine with all the layers of ancient magic I have in me.
If there is one capacity humankind and fae share alike, it’s this: to take a brightness and darken it. To turn a joy into agony.
Brianne’s morrough bodyguards — or whatever they were — had dumped me in what I supposed were the crystal waters she’d spoken of. The name was apt enough, the place enchanting. The waters never ceased moving around me, a fluid whirling, soft and restful; clear as new ice, tinted with colou
