By Dia Calhoun
Because the blood of her great-great-grandmother, Dolvoka, had sprung up in Princess Avielle-because she regarded Dredonian-would Dolvoka's evil magic spring up in her, too? along with her silver epidermis and silver hair, fifteen-year-old Princess Avielle of Rhia resembles her Dredonian great-great grandmother who practiced evil magic. each person in Rhia expects Avielle to show evil, too. refrained from via these round her, she feels unloved and not able to like others. furthermore, Rhia is at the verge of battle with Dredonia, which suffers lower than the rule of thumb of evil wizard-priests: the Brethren of the Black Cloaks. they've got put most unlikely calls for upon Rhia, however the king and queen have refused to acquiesce.One negative evening, the Brethren assault, killing the royal kinfolk and countless numbers of others. purely Avielle escapes. She needs to hold her id mystery to prevent demise from the enemy. whereas hiding one of the universal humans, she learns that she has a mystical reward for weaving. yet will this present, rooted in her Dredonian blood, lead Avielle to a similar evil that possessed her great-great grandmother? Or will it support her unfastened her humans from additional assaults?
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Avielle found herself smiling, then stopped. Treasure hunt! Esilia, who was about her own age, would think her a simpleton. But Esilia smiled back. Her skin was tawny, her face shaped like an upside-down pear—wide at the top and tapering to a rounded curve at the chin. Though a red ribbon pulled back her hair, which was the color of almonds, tiny ringlets had escaped, and in the light from the candles made a fuzzy halo around her head. She wore a huge white apron streaked with dust over her brown dress.
Hairpins clicked in a small silver bowl as Salulla took off the purple hairnet and brushed out Avielle’s hair. “Like a waterfall it is,” Salulla said suddenly. Then she clamped her mouth shut. Avielle, surprised, looked up at her in the mirror. Like the other servants, Salulla treated her with a mixture of disdain and fear, but every once in a while a streak of kindness flew out of her mouth in spite of herself. ” she asked coldly, setting the brush down. ” Avielle nodded, and Salulla left, eager, no doubt, to impart the story of the crystal swan’s destruction.
When it was done, she stood up and ran it through her fingers; it felt soft and nubby, and was so long the ends would fall nearly to her knees after it was tied around her waist. Sometimes she thought she had really wanted to learn to weave, not only because she loved color and pattern and texture, but because it was something she could hide behind, just as she had hidden behind the great tapestries and weavings on the walls when she was little, to escape from Edard. ” Avielle glanced up and saw a large black woman standing in the doorway.
Avielle of Rhia by Dia Calhoun