“In an academy above the clouds, magic is paid for with what you loved most.”
At the floating academy of Zephyr, every spell is paid for by burning a happy memory. Nora Cifuentes has only one left for her distillation exam, and the only classmate who could help her is Tristán Barral, the taciturn heir who doesn't recognize her: his family settled a debt with the Dean by handing over their son's memories, and among them was a summer in the port of San Millán. Amid blizzards and shared notebooks, giving him back his memory might save them both, or cost them their last spark of magic.
“Zephyr's magic demands no blood or oaths; it devours the Sundays you will no longer be able to remember.”
“It is a ridiculous punishment: to remember the touch of someone who looks at you as if you were borrowed furniture.”
“The rich do not pay with what they have to spare; they pay with what their heirs have not yet learned to defend."”
“Burn whatever you like: no one can take away what you are willing to start over.”
Novella·Romantasy
Yara Rajná
She agreed to fake her love for the court's most feared heir, but the palace frost doesn't burn half as fiercely as his gaze when they are alone.
Novella·Romantasy
Yara Rajná
She weaves light, he weaves shadow, and their houses hate each other. Now a blood pact won't let them stray more than a hundred paces apart.
Short Story·Romantasy
Irene Sabater
Four years ago he left without a word; tonight, only his bees' wax can save her glasshouse from the frost.
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