Book 15: Music Is Magic

Marianna

Sarah and Sydney are with Skye, standing against the railing around the massive orrery made of copper and glass. Planets spin, tilting on their axes, while the models of stars whirl around on no set course. Blake steps to the side but keeps his hand on my arm, tugging me close, while I gaze in awe at the marvel of magical engineering taking up the entire room. We’re the only people here. We have the whole place to ourselves. The room is much warmer, thankfully, than the rest of the temple.

It’s my nerves going haywire, I suppose.

I watch as Sydney picks Skye up and swings her onto his shoulders, walking out of sight around the back of the orrery.

Blake sighs deeply but smiles as he says under his breath, “My dad can read the positioning of the stars better than my mom can. They have a small orrery at the castle in Crescent Falls, actually. My grandfather Isaac designed it, and my grandma Maddy secretly had it built for him as a prese