The Fire Opal
Ginger-Sun feared her own power.
She was alone inside the RayLight Chamber, a circular room two paces across with stained-glass walls.Afternoon sun hit skylights in the roof far above her, and mirrors reflected the light down to where as it shone, she was safe from her inner darkness.
She served as a priestess for the Dragon-Sun, who blazed in the sky and lit the world. Her people worshipped the day. Her duties in the village of Sky Flames were concerned with offering comfort to her people and carrying out ceremonies in praise of the sun. She could do no magic now. She knew this to be true—for it was the middle of the day.
Her spells worked only at night.
Ginger opened her hand and stared at the fire opal on her palm. Such a dangerous gem. Her grandfather had given her the foursided pyramid on her fifth birthday.Years ago, she had discovered it allowed her to create spells of heat and light. She had never heard of anyone with such abilities. No one knew about her power; she guarded that secret as she would her own life. It would be dangerous enough if her people suspected she could do spells; if they realized she could do them only at ni ... read full excerpt from The Fire Opal ebook
