Nyrielle's library, as vast as it was, contained very few books about witchcraft. Ashlynn understood, from what she'd read so far, that sorcery drew on a person's own life energy while witchcraft drew on the energy of nature and the elements.
Thus far, Ashlynn had only been able to connect to the energy of living plants and the earth itself. At times, she wondered if that connection had been formed when she was buried underneath a cedar tree when Owain nearly killed her. Her desperation to survive let her touch magic that she'd never dared to dream about and the trees and earth had responded to her need.
Now, as she watched Andrus' wide-open eyes freeze over before the Tuscan shook him off the spiked club, she found herself in tune with the icy winds and frozen lake in a way she'd never expected to.
