Need a refresher? New to the Bowl? Click here for episodes 1 and 2. “Easy there, Little One,” my father said when I opened my eyes. He was seated on the edge of my bed. “You must be more cautious, Bria. Your mother is in the other room tearing herself to pieces.” “Can I sit up?” I asked. I felt fine, other than the constant throb of my brain against my skull. He slipped a hand behind my back to ease the transition. “Is it bad?” He touched my forehead.
Click here to read Episode 1. I watched Helene with her parents through the celebration. They stood frozen against the heat of the blaze, statues amidst the frenzied dance of loss and life. Her parents each kept a hand on her shoulders, which now thin, though they never had before. Their concerned gazes wandered periodically from their daughter to one another. I did my best to ignore the emotional chatter the fresh bond was feeding me from Helene’s mind. My own mother’s voice slid into my ear. “You’ve bonded.” I
I was invited to a bonfire out at the docks. I’d heard rumors of the place; moving dunes swept up by the winds punctuated by wooden boardwalks that ran a length and dropped off over a sea of sand. Sturdy docks, but old and frightening because there was no one alive who knew when there had last been water enough for a boat to load into this side of Tijlis. No one could imagine what else those docks might have been for. But those rumors were nothing compared to the