Delicate: The Alchemy of Emily Greyson
Author: Debi Cimo
Publisher: TouchNot Studio
Published: 2012-10-14
Total Pages: 480
ISBN-13: 098849180X
DOWNLOAD EBOOKThe year: 1760. Anna Greyson arrives, new to the Faeran Valley. A strange wind whispers welcome. But stranger still, an isolation grows in Anna through the deceptively broken land until she meets the man who brought her here. Alex. The last of the Bremistans who settled the Valley centuries before. Anna holds the legend he needs to rescue the Valley from the cruelty his ancestors wreaked on the land, rendering it fruitless. However, he is as fragile as the land is broken, powerless to restore it. But as Anna — ignorant of such cruelty — grows deeper in the Bremistan legend, she soon finds she cannot escape, nor does she know she should. For when Alex offers her a life that will bring her everything she longs for, the cost is too great. Yet in future shadows grows a thread of hope. Anna wraps herself around that thread while the quiet power rises in her to endure the brokenness of her world until the last hope of the Faeran Valley reveals itself, if it isn’t destroyed first. • • • • “It was the moths that first revealed the change. Grey-tipped whispers in the moonlit night. Two or three here, a single one there. White ones slipping through the darkness, silent and seemingly harmless, but present. Growing in numbers until they erupted the quiet like flutters of falling ash. There was a music in their silence. The kind of music that attached itself to hums and vibrations in the waters of the earth. The hums, the vibrations, all but imperceptible. With the dawn the moths vanished, leaving a broken land in their wake. The Elian River leaked out into fissures of streams and brooks that first appeared as watery cracks throughout the Faeran Valley. So small at first, we didn’t recognize the difference. But as the months and years passed, the Elian slipped further and deeper into the growing fractures of earth the moths had left. Trails of watery branches and veins broke the ground until it couldn’t sustain life any longer. This is what we have against the Bremistans. The land is delicate now, brittle like old bones. And I fear it is aging beyond our ability to heal it….” • • • • An epic fairytale of Love, Sacrifice, Revenge and the power to endure. We are not as strong as we think we are. Sometime we are stronger.
