È martedì e ormai sapete che significa: Teaser Tuesday! Se ci seguite sui vari social probabilmente saprete che sto leggendo Tower of Dawn. Non ero affatto convinta di questo libro, ma mi sta piacendo abbastanza. Chiaro che dopo la fine di Empire of Storms avrei voluto il seguito e non un libro parallelo, ma mi accontento perché Chaol si sta rivelando meno tragico del previsto.
Of all the rooms in the Torre Cesme, Yrene Towers loved this one best.
Perhaps it was because the room, located at the very pinnacle of the pale-stoned tower and its sprawling complex below, had unparalleled views of the sunset over Antica.
Perhaps it was because this was the place where she’d felt the first shred of safety in nearly ten years. The place she had first looked upon the ancient woman now sitting across the paper- and book-strewn desk, and heard the words that changed everything: You are welcome here, Yrene Towers.
It had been over two years since then.
Two years of working here, living here, in this tower and in this city of so many peoples, so many foods and caches of knowledge.
It had been all she’d dreamed it would be—and she had seized every opportunity, every challenge, with both hands. Had studied and listened and practiced and saved lives, changed them, until she had climbed to the very top of her class. Until an unknown healer’s daughter from Fenharrowwas approached by healers old and young, who had trained their entire lives, for her advice and assistance.
The magic helped. Glorious, lovely magic that could make her breathless or so tired she couldn’t get out of bed for days. Magic demanded a cost—to both healer and patient. But Yrene was willing to pay it. She had never minded the aftermath of a brutal healing.
If it meant saving a life … Silba had granted her a gift—and a young stranger had given her another gift, that final night in Innish two years ago. Yrene had no plans to waste either.
Chapter 4 – TOWER OF DAWN di Sarah J. Maas