Paisley’s fingers fluttered over her face. Eyes opened or closed, what she saw didn’t change. Aria scrambled upright, blinking hard as she tried to orient herself. They tumbled blindly to the ground, their limbs crashing together. Paisley rammed into her back and cried out. Darkness slammed into Aria like something solid. When they reached it, she’d trip the emergency alarm. “Come on, Paisley! We’re close!” They had to be near the door leading back to the farming dome. What was happening to them? Aria broke into a run again, tugging Paisley so hard that she stumbled. Bane and Echo joined in, filling the woods with wild, keening cries. Paisley’s hand clamped over her mouth, stifling a sob. “Spread out!” Then Aria heard a loud wailing sound that brought her to a halt. She didn’t know when the boys started chasing them, but she heard Soren behind her. She wove through the trees, her legs churning, as she tried to keep them on a straight course. go.” For the third time that night, Aria grasped Paisley’s hand.

“We’re going to run, Paisley,” she whispered. They threw them onto the fire, sending sparks into the trees. Echo and Bane ran up with armfuls of branches. When she thought of stopping them the ache in her shoulder flared, warning her of what might happen again. “The sticks make it stronger.”Īria didn’t know what to do. The fire made sounds now, pops and crackles over a dull roar. The flames had nearly reached his height. “Aria, stop or he’ll hurt you again.” “This whole place is going to burn if we don’t do something.” She glanced back. Paisley grabbed her sleeve, pulling her away from the burning stack. It’ll spread to the trees!” Echo and Bane ran off before she’d finished speaking. “Soren, it’s starting to spread.” “Let’s give it more.” “More? Trees are made of wood. or get water or something.” No one moved. Like they were seeing the fire without really seeing it. He looked bewitched, just as Paisley and the brothers did. Soren had frozen in place, his eyes wide. Then she saw how the burning leaves curled and blackened and disappeared. The smoke was richer than anything she had ever smelled. She moved closer, drawn by the gold and amber tones in the flame. An old word, from a time when illusions still mystified people. That was the word that came to Aria’s mind. UNDER THE NEVER SKY by Veronica Rossi Exclusive ExcerptĪRIA Magic.

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