“A tiny orb rested in the center of the pale green pillowcase. She picked it up. The orb was smaller than a marble, but bigger than a pearl, and it was unnaturally cold to the touch. Opal-like colors swirled beneath the surface: pale blues and greens and creamy whites. Emeline stared for several seconds, unable to catch her breath. Knowing what this was despite every part of her that screamed it wasn't true. The mark of a tithe paid.”
Book:Edgewood