“It stretches endlessly to the sky. The town we’d settled in clung to a cliff. Down the stairs cut into the side of the rock face is the harbor, where fishermen and small traders come and go.Despite the fading brand, I had no trouble finding hire on a fishing boat. Turns out, a man is more use than a boy, and I have a knack for knowing what the captain wants done and where the fish will be. I can sense them massing to feed and mate. Their emotions, while different, are no less powerful when ther...e are thousands of them.Through the fish I’ve learned how to balance the magic so it doesn’t swallow me or kill me. At first, letting my mind slip into the ocean and sense what was there was just a way to bleed off some of the magic and dull the noise in my mind. Working with my hands gave me the opportunity I needed to learn to keep other people’s thoughts out. I can still sense people’s emotions and read their thoughts—that will never leave me—but if I dig deeper or try to change a person’s thoughts, it means opening the door to my mind.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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