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“Yes. This is true, but there is irrationality. Things like disturbing the natural boundaries, such as time, would tap into those irrational planes of power.”
“We cross space and time all the time,” Nix said. “We did it to come here.”
“I did it when I Roamed,” Luc added.
“Yes. But still natural. Time and space are defined by rationality and rules. Your godlight allows you to tap into this power. But to disturb that natural order, it must be–”
“Conjured,” Nix finished for her.
Sister Prudence nodded. “Or stolen. Dream Walking,” she added, “is an irrational magic. There isn’t a godblood that has ever wielded that power naturally, and none that I have ever come across in my research, but I have read of that kind of power being conjured.”
A prickle of awareness traveled down Luc’s spine. “But how could it be possible that two gods—neither of whom have conjured a power like Dream Walking—like Nix, for example, do it?”
Prudence paused, her head tilting as she measured Lucian with her gaze.Can you think of nothing?her voice asked, though her mouth didn’t move.
“A god-yoke,” Nix said, staring off into space, unseeing. Then he looked at Luc. “In the spell, Auri and I could communicate with one another without ever speaking.”
“Still?” Luc asked.
“No. Not since, but maybe those god-yoked could?”
Luc stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. It hit the tiled floor with a bang.
“Luc?” Nix asked. “Are you okay?”
He was agitated, but he wasn’t sure why. He and Brinna weren’t god-yoked. It was impossible. Illogical. It couldn’t be—but he realized he was pressing his fingers against his heart. Again.
You look terrible, his brother had said.
Fisting his hands at his side, Luc told himself he was just exhausted. He didn’t have his powers. That was it. Rather than entertain the idea further, he picked up his chair. “Sorry. I just got a little ahead of myself.”
Nix’s dark eyes were on him, a little too shrewd for Luc’s comfort, so he bent over the book and forced himself to focus.
Seemingly unaffected, Sister Prudence continued, “It could also be a combination of stolen, natural power spelled with demon spite, for example. Irrational magic is dangerous and volatile. It takes as much as it provides.”
Luc’s finger stopped as he stumbled on a name. “Wait. I might have found something.” He leaned over, to take a closer look.
Nix joined him. “What is it?”
“Alea Maximora, daughter to Maxim, god of fire, and Ora, goddess of healers.”
“Healers?” Nix said, his tone hopeful. “That’s–”
“Look.” Luc pointed at the entry. “She ascended, then was disowned.”
Sister Prudence stood and joined them. “Godblood disownment?” She flipped the book closed to look at the cover. “The fifth era. That’s quite some time ago.”
Luc reopened to the page.
Nix crowded him to read, then pointed at a line. “It says she married a Zollah Cumbria. Is that a godline?” He sifted through the tomes on the tabletop. “Fifth era?” He pulled one and opened it, skimming the pages, then looked up the name. “No Cumbria.”
“Disownment is so rare,” Sister Prudence said.
“Could this be the one?” Nix asked.
“Says here that Zollah Cumbria was mortal,” Lucian said. “Look. They had a daughter. Azleah.”
Nix’s head snapped up. “What did you say?”
