Book 8: Chosen for the Rite

Ella

Amanda shifts her weight beside me as we stare up into the ceiling of the remains of the observatory. 

After I destroyed Ravenna’s crystal castle in Old Moonrise to save my friends’ lives, I offered to have this palace rebuilt. 

The mystics refused–flat out. 

They said it was a gift and a message from the Goddess that the orrery survived the devastation. It sits in the remains of the palace, warded by Ryatt’s powers against the elements, and has a view of the night sky as I wait for the mystics to arrive. Metal arms twirl in a circle, holding up the planets of our solar system–the moon and the stars around it. 

This room has been the meeting place of the mystic’s for millenia, since long before the veil ever came down around Eastonia. 

And one thing I’ve learned about the mystics during my time in Eastonia is that they cannot handle change. 

A woman in a pale silver robe appears, her face o