Chapter 19
Although I wished no part of my father’s plan to create some new splinter sect of the priesthood, I found myself nonetheless drawn into his schemes. Short of locking myself in my room and never coming out, I had little choice but to continue my training.
I’m here to hone my powers, I reminded myself, grimly blasting the walls of the practice room while trying to plot my escape. Summer was wearing into autumn, and in another month the first storms would threaten the Strait. I’d need to time my exit with the last clear sailing weather. Too bad I possessed fire sorcery and not the ability to predict the weather.
The black blade had been returned to me by an expressionless guard, who then escorted me to an outdoor training area. He’d taken up a post by the only door and told me I
