Fantasy-serien med keltiska övertoner, intermittent stenmagi och pågående långsam magi

Det här är Cloudmages-serien av S L Farrell .

Biten med tätningen och den magiska fisken är:

“Land-cousin, can’t you taste the salt in your blood? Thraisha is my name and Garrentha, who fought the dark-beast that attacked you, was of my milk.” The words came overlaid with the sound of the seal’s own language and came not from her ears but through Lámh Shábhála. Around Thraisha, there was a strange radiance in the cloch’s vision, something Jenna had never experienced before.

Jenna laughed in wonder, glancing back at Ennis with wide eyes. “Thraisha, you can understand me now when I speak?” Jenna asked, and she knew the answer immediately: her voice came back to her altered into the moans and calls of a seal.

“The language of Saimhóir is part of your blood, and Lámh Shábhála allows you to tap that part of yourself,” Thraisha responded. “And I have chased and swallowed Bra dán an Chumhacht, the first bright salmon of the mage-lights, which has come back to us. I am like you and I bear the marks. Aye, I understand you through Bradán an Chumhacht as you understand me through Lámh Shábhála.”

Jenna blinked. “You’ve eaten a fish that gave you the ability to tap the mage-lights?”

Som du kommer att samla från det här extraktet är böckerna mycket keltiska smaksatta.

Mästarstenen finns av huvudpersonen Jenna efter en blixt av ljus från himlen, och som du säger långsam magi nämns många gånger i böckerna.

Rättegången du refererar till kallas Scrúdú. Jenna tar rättegången i den första boken Holder of Lightning . Hon måste slåss mot ett djur som heter An Phionós, som verkligen är mycket som en drake. Hon kämpar bra men är på punkt att misslyckas när:

The pressure was suddenly released. An Phionós dropped her, and Jenna gasped in pain and surprise as she fell back to the ground, struggling up to a sitting position with her legs folded underneath her. The beast coiled above her, the wings and body blocking the sky. “Why did you come here?” it raged at her. “I can take your life if you give it to me, but I can’t take a life that doesn’t come here willingly—She whose servant I am won’t allow that. Why would you do this?”

It glared at her, mouth gaping dangerously, then the eyes and its voice softened. “You don’t know, do you?” it asked.

Jenna shook her head. “I don’t understand. No.”

“Look,” An Phionos answered. “Look within yourself.”

An Phionós gestured, and Jenna saw herself as the creature saw her: a form of energy and light, her heart beating like a candle fluttering in the wind, and in her belly, a tiny flame burned.

“Mother-Creator . . .” Jenna breathed. She cupped her abdomen, as if she could warm her hands in that small radiance.

“Aye,” An Phionós answered. “You’re with child. You didn’t know?”

Jennas barnbarn tar och skickar rättegången i den tredje boken Heir of Stone .