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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part I
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Part II
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Part III
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. To be continued...
  46. Glossary
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About the Author

“Neither did I.” I studied the pouch between my fingers, turning it this way and that. “It’s so quiet without it. My thoughts are so hard to find. I didn’t realize how little of what went on in my head was my own.”

Isaak flopped down on the hard rock beside me. “It seemed like such a nuisance to me. Like when you talked, I’d get feedback in my ear because the System would try to translate what I already understood. It drove me crazy. I should have realized it wouldn’t feel the same to someone who’d been hooked up to it her whole life.” He smiled halfheartedly. “And I guess it was handy when I didn’t quite understand everything you were saying.”

I drew my knees up into my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around them. I didn’t want to say it, but I was more afraid of saying nothing. So I whispered, “I’m scared.”

Isaak furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Everything feels so fuzzy without the System. What if I start forgetting, more and more? What if someday I don’t remember how to speak?”

Isaak nudged me gently in the ribs. “Come on. I’ve gone my whole life without the System, and I manage to get by.”

“But I don’t know how.” My voice cracked, just slightly, but I felt like a failure all the same.

Isaak was quiet for a while. Then he said, “I could teach you.”

I looked at him. “Do you think you could?”

“I can try.” He smiled. “And you can teach me. Everything you know about Iamos. I think you’re underestimating your own mind, Nadin. It’s pretty powerful on its own, even without the System.”

I tucked a hair behind my ear. “Even though the geroi think I’m a fool?”

Isaak rolled his eyes. “You know that’s a lie. You’re smarter than all of them put together.”

I grinned in spite of myself. “All right, then. Maybe I will.” I stretched my legs out, my feet just brushing the floor. “But first, pass me my pack, will you? I’m famished.”

Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Symbols
Isaak

Over the next several days, Nadin and I talked until our throats were raw and sore—to say nothing of our backsides from all the riding. I’d never truly understood the concept of saddle sores until now. It was almost enough to make me wish we could hurry up and get to Elytherios already. But who even knew what would be waiting for us when we got there? I hoped this trip wouldn’t wind up being for nothing.