Masks: The Masks of Aygrima: Book One
E. C. Blake
Masks is the first novel in the dystopian fantasy mask of Aygrima series
Cataclysmic occasions have left the Autarchy of Aygrima—the one land blessed with magical resources—cut off from its former buying and selling companions around the waters, no longer understanding if any of these far away peoples nonetheless stay. but less than the rule of thumb of the Autarch, Aygrima survives. and due to the production of the mask and the vigilance of the Autarch’s Watchers, not anyone can threaten the safety of the empire.
In Aygrima, magic is a present possessed from start by means of a truly small percent of the inhabitants, with the Autarch himself the main robust magic employee of all. purely the long-vanquished woman of soreness and hearth have been capable of problem his rule.
At the age of fifteen, voters are famous as adults and needs to don the spell-infused Masks—which denote either prestige and profession—whenever they're in public. to take care of the safe rule of the dominion, the mask are magically crafted to bare any treasonous innovations or activities. And as soon as such betrayals are uncovered, the Watchers are there to implement the law.
Mara Holdfast, daughter of the Autarch’s grasp Maskmaker, is quick coming near near her 15th birthday and her all-important protecting rite. Her father himself has been operating at the back of closed doorways to create Mara’s masks. as soon as the rite is completed, she is going to take her position as an grownup, and talented with an identical magical skills as her father, she's going to additionally declare her rightful position as his apprentice.
But at the day of her overlaying anything is going horribly unsuitable, and rather than celebrating, Mara is torn clear of her mom and dad, imprisoned, and consigned to a wagon sure for the mines. Is it simply because she didn’t flip the unMasked boy she came upon over to the evening Watchers? Or is it simply because she’s lied approximately her reward, claiming she will in basic terms see one colour of magic, while honestly she will see all of them, simply as she may well whilst she was once a tender child?
Whatever the explanation, her masks has classified her a traitor and now she has misplaced every little thing, doomed to slavery within the mines till she dies. and never even her present can exhibit Mara the longer term that awaits her—a destiny that can see her freed to help a insurgent reason, compelled to develop into a puppet of the Autarch, or reworked right into a strength as risky to her global because the mythical woman of soreness and hearth.
although her middle pounded in her chest as if she had simply run the size of Maskmakers’ approach. “I am the younger lady who has the ability and information to eventually make your unMasked military a military in reality rather than simply identify, to eventually provide you with genuine wish of overthrowing the Autarch through providing you with entry to Tamita. i'm the younger lady whose assist you desire, whose assist you have already killed and risked discovery to procure, and I’m telling you currently you won't get that aid except you aid me loose my.
Rockbreaker hut. One used to be the Warden. With him used to be a trustee she suggestion she’d obvious on the table within the minehead. The Warden cursed. “Get the Watchers!” he shouted on the trustee. “Now! we need to get the rockbreakers out of the following or we’ll all be blown to paste!” The trustee dashed away. The Warden went to the door of the hut, pulled keys from his belt, fumbled with the lock . . . And Katia jerked the blade clear of Keltan’s throat, spun, and dashed towards the Warden, sword raised. The Warden,.
Had it taken that narrow thread of magic to assemble within the basin? and he or she had used all of it up straight away. She straightened. “There’s no more,” she acknowledged. Edrik appeared considerate. “But if lets get more . . .” He stood silent for a second, then shook his head. “A challenge for one more day.” He nodded again towards the fires. “You may still consume and get to sleep. we've one other lengthy stroll tomorrow.” They walked again to the fireplace. Kirika took herself off and lay down, again to them. Alita’s expression.
Crackle of the fireplace, she slept. She woke in terror to discover Grute pawing at her. He reeked of alcohol so strongly she was once surprised he hadn’t long past up in flames simply by coming so close to the hearth. It had sunk to embers, however the glow of the magic within the different room used to be good enough for her to work out him clearly . . . and to work out that he was once naked—and aroused. “Face should be enough,” he muttered. His eyes have been huge, and he was once respiring difficult, as if he’d simply run a race. “Nobody’ll care if you’re nonetheless.
together with yours.” Mara closed her eyes and took a deep breath that shuddered via her trembling physique. That slender commencing within the crumbling cliff terrified her. yet she’d ridden the river out of the key urban. She’d long past down into the mine. She’d survived. This can’t be any worse, can it? “Katia,” the Watcher stated back, softly, and she or he knew, as she’d quite recognized all alongside, that she had no selection. “All right,” she acknowledged. “Let’s do it.” “Now?” acknowledged Pixot. “Why wait?” she snapped. “I’ll.