“When someone goes on a long journey, those who stay behind wish them the energy of a wildfire. The power to take things that try to hinder you – wind, thrashing enemies – and use them to make you stronger. The power to burn so brightly that all who look will wonder how darkness ever existed in the same world as you.” She puts a hand on my shoulder, but her resolve breaks, her eyes glassy. “Scorch this world, Winter queen.”
