Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author Name: Brandon Sanderson
- Book Genre: Fantasy, Young Adult, Romance, Young Adult Fantasy, Fae, Fiction, Fairies
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- Edition Language: English
- Date of Publication: April 4, 2022
- File Name: PDF / EPUB
- PDF / EPUB File Size: 24 MB
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN, there was a girl who lived upon
This was not an ocean like the one you have imagined.
Nor was the rock like the one you have imagined.
The girl, however, might be as you imagined—assuming you imagined
her as thoughtful, soft-spoken, and overly fond of collecting cups.
Men often described the girl as having hair the color of wheat. Others
called it the color of caramel, or occasionally the color of honey. The girl
wondered why men so often used food to describe women’s features. There
was a hunger to such men that was best avoided.
In her estimation, “light brown” was sufficiently descriptive—though the
hue of her hair was not its most interesting trait. That would be her hair’s
unruliness. Each morning she heroically tamed it with brush and comb, then
muzzled it with a ribbon and a tight braid. Yet some strands always found a
way to escape and would wave free in the wind, eagerly greeting everyone
The girl had been given the unfortunate name of Glorf upon her birth
(don’t judge; it was a family name), but her wild hair earned her the name
everyone knew her by: Tress. That moniker was, in Tress’s estimation, her
most interesting feature.
Tress had been raised to possess a certain inalienable pragmatism. Such is
a common failing among those who live on dour lifeless islands from which
they can never leave. When you are greeted each day by a black stone
landscape, it influences your perspective on life.
The island was shaped rather like an old man’s crooked finger, emerging
from the ocean to point toward the horizon. It was made entirely of barren
black saltstone, and was large enough to support a fair-sized town and a
duke’s mansion. Though locals called the island the Rock, its name on the
maps was Diggen’s Point. No one remembered who Diggen was anymore,
but he had obviously been a clever fellow, for he’d left the Rock soon after
naming it and never returned.
In the evenings, Tress would often sit on her family’s porch and sip salty
tea from one of her favorite cups while looking out over the green ocean.
Yes, I did say the ocean was green. Also, it was not wet. We’re getting there.
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