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Book 1
Daniel Whyte IV
Merlin's Prophecy
When Demons walk uncloaked among men
When Heaven's words are hard to perceive
When the Dark Throne begins a new age of Sin
Many years after the Virgin conceived
As Guardians ready for war across all lands
When the darkness of Hell wrests light from man
When Seraphim despair because no one will stand
The Seers will rise to guide us again.
"Bring him. Bring him. Bring him." The low chant began as the
Druids beat out a rhythm on their huge skin drums. "Bring him!" The
Tempters' frenzied hissing increased until the master of ceremonies
stretched out his crooked staff and commanded silence. Ka-hsss!
the tree line of the forest from which he had just come.
It was pitch dark. But to the old man's gifted eyes, that was no
hindrance. He could see shadows against shadows. All things were
illuminated to him. And, thankfully, this night, there was no sign of
demons or Dark Angels nearby. He cocked his head and listened for
the familiar hiss. And no Tempters.
Still unsatisfied though, the old man let down the hood of his
heavy cloak and allowed the smells of the night to wash over his
face.
Good. No hint of their foul scent either.
That only meant they were many miles away at Stonehenge,
perhaps, by now, already celebrating the death of the last Seer.
The old man shook his head sadly. He sighed and trudged
towards a rocky outcropping on the beach. The waters of St.
George's Channel lapped noisily against the shore. Raising his staff,
the man struck the face of a large rock. The boulder seemed to
crumble to dust revealing an opening. Two sets of eyes peered out of
the previously hidden cavity.
A middle-aged man dressed in commoner's clothes crawled out
on his hands and knees. He turned and helped his wife out of the
secret hiding place before regarding the man who had unlocked their
prison.
"Do not fear, daughter," the old man said to the woman. "The
will of the Eternal One will be accomplished. And though the darkness
is great, the light will be all the more gloriouswhen it comes." The
baby whimpered, and the old man placed a finger on the infant's lips.
"Sleep, child," he said softly. "Do not let the darkness trouble your
innocent soul. You must not cry now, for you have a long journey
ahead of you. Sleep, child."
"Where will you send us?" asked the man as the baby settled
into a peaceful rest.
"Across the great ocean to a land that no man in Logris has yet
seen. And very few outside of Logris have dared venture that far. I,
myself, have seen it vaguely, in a dream or a dream of a dream, as it
were. But the Eternal One has told me to send you there. And the
Knights of the Black Lion nor any of Morgana's allies will pursue you
at least for a long time. You will be safe."
"Rather large for three people," commented the man who had
crawled back into the hidden space and came out with two sacks
all that belonged to him and his wife.
"And also rather sturdy. Nothing like it has been built in Britain.
"Yes," said Ethan. A noise like thunder rumbled and shook the
eyes wide with silent fear, sought to keep passengers calm. Amid the
momentary commotion, Ethan thought he heard the sound of metal
tearing again. He glanced toward the plane's window.
wing. Most of the metal had been stripped off and cast thirty-five
thousand feet to the Texas ground below. The demons now focused
their frenzied attack on the two engines. Ethan hoped that what he
had heard about some four-engine planes being able to fly on only
two engines was true. This plane was going to need it as the two
engines on the left wing were goners. The plane rocked, buckled, and
began to spiral. Ethan gripped the armrest tighter, but kept his eyes
on what was happening outside.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light. Ethan thought it was
lightning. The light was so bright that it blinded him momentarily.
When he recovered his sight, his heart lurched in his throat.
Another being this one cloaked in brilliant light descended
from the broiling dark clouds above. He was followed by another
angel their glistening, white, feathered wings outstretched. They
swooped silently toward the ailing aircraft.
Ethan waited eagerly to see how the demons would react. They,
apparently, were too focused on what they were doing to notice the
angels.
The first angel drew a silver sword from his back as he
descended. The second angel glided under the left wing and
disappeared from Ethan's sight beneath the belly of the plane.
The first angel closed in on the demon tearing apart the engine
further out. He brought his silver sword crashing down between the
demon's shoulder blades. A plume of dark particles erupted from the
demon's back. He reared, lost his balance, and plummeted into the
maelstrom below.
The other demon jumped back and drew his own sword as the
attacking angel landed on what was left of the plane wing.
Ethan felt the plane shudder as heavy blows silver upon iron
fell. The demon and the angel seemed equally matched. Using
their outstretched wings to help them stay balanced, the fighting was
poster with the words "San Diego Comic Con International" squared
around a gray eye. A photo of his parents, Samantha, and himself in
the San Diego Convention Center was taped onto the corner of the
poster. His own tousled black hair tousled because he had just
pulled off the Darth Vader helmet Samantha had persuaded him to
wear to the convention stood out from the various shades of red
hair that adorned his adoptive mother, father, and sister.
Samantha's room reflected her passions video games, comic
books, and superhero movies. When their father said he would let
them decide where they would go for vacation that year, Samantha
persuaded Ethan to say they both wanted to go to San Diego.
Samantha had been dying to go to Comic-Con for years.
When they returned to Houston, Samantha had spent two days
redecorating her room with the items she had picked up at the
convention. Now, a huge poster of Loki hung on the back side of her
bedroom door. Miniature Star Wars figurines stood on her dresser
beneath the window. A stack of soon-to-be-read Spider-Man comic
books sat in one corner. And a five-foot wide inflatable replica of
the Starship Enterprise hung from the ceiling.
The
sound
of
Samantha's
clock
interrupted
Ethan's
thoughts. Three in the morning. I need to get back to bed. First day of
the new school year; it won't make a good impression if I'm drowsy in
class.
As soon as Ethan was back in his own room the dream of
Samantha, or at least a girl who looked like Samantha, hovering in
the air in the cathedral rushed back into his mind. As he had done
many times before when he had had strange dreams that he couldn't
forget, he reached underneath his bed and brought out a drawing pad
and a pair of pencils. He was no artist, but something was different
about the dreams he had: he was able to draw perfect depictions of
"You don't have to sound like it's the end of the world," Ethan
teased. He grabbed the coffee pot and poured another cup for
himself, making sure to leave enough for his mother, Amanda. His
father had swore off coffee years ago, preferring tea instead.
"I'm not, but it's definitely one of the signs of the times," Sam
shot back. She lifted the lid on the pot of oatmeal. "Mmm, cinnamon."
Ethan was glad to see she was pleased. "Ready for school?" he
asked.
"It sounds like some kind of disease," said Sam wrinkling her
nose. "It's not going to be one of my favorite subjects."
strange dreams had kept him awake for more nights than one.
Amanda poured herself a cup of coffee and sweetened it with
sugar and then put on the kettle for her husband's tea. "All right, we'll
be right down for breakfast. You two can start," she said as she
carried her cup of coffee back upstairs to the attic which doubled as
her home office.
again," said Amanda. She patted his placemat on the table. "Sit
down, and start from the beginning." She got up to fix another bowl of
oatmeal.
Reagan set his tea cup and binder on the dining table and
kissed Amanda on the cheek. "You smell like numbers. That's how I
know you're not dressed this nice just for me."
Sam rolled her eyes at Ethan across the table as Amanda's
cheeks flushed red.
Reagan sat down and took a sip of his tea. "And you two, the
youngest members of the Eclaan clan, you look bright and chipper
and eager to learn. The Eclaans are always eager to learn, isn't that
right?"
Ethan nodded. "What's this meeting on Thursday about?"
"Oh, that," said Reagan taking off his glasses and cleaning
them on a napkin. "I've cut a deal with a new book agent possibly.
He's coming on Thursday so we can talk and finalize all the details.
And, after that, well The Grigori Chronicles will soon hit
bookshelves."
asked.
Reagan chewed a spoonful of oatmeal slowly. "No. That's a
good guess, though." He raised his spoon and stabbed it in the air.
"Grigori was Rasputin's first name. He was a mystic and adviser to
the royal Romanov family. The Grigori I'm writing about " He
paused, set his spoon back in his bowl and leaned forward, clasping
his hands in front of him and dropping his voice to a hushed tone.
"The Grigori I'm writing about are also known as the Watchers. You
might remember that word from reading the book of Daniel in the
Bible. They were heavenly beings a class of angels originally
placed on Earth to watch over mankind, but some of them rebelled.
They mated with human women and had children known as Nephilim
half-human, half-angel beings. The rebellious Watchers, or Grigori,
were imprisoned beneath the Earth. That's the gist of it."
Ethan's eyes glazed as his mind spun watchers, angels, halfangels, rebellious angels, imprisoned angels. With his dreams and
his ability to see demons and angels which apparently no one else
had, this information was too much to process at once. He could hear
the chants of the shadows in the cathedral in his dream. What if rebel
angels are escaping from their underground prison? What if that is
why they sounded so victorious?
He felt someone shaking his arm, pulling him out of his
thoughts.
others.
Ethan opened his eyes and looked down. The girl's body was
gone, and he discovered that he could see directly through the table
to the ground below. Something was moving down there. A circular
pinprick of darkness expanded until it was a hole a foot wide. Redtinged smoke rose from the hole. An acrid smell assaulted Ethan's
nostrils. Something green and glowing moved in the cavity.
The green thing came rapidly into focus a serpent rising up
out of the earth. Its lidless eyes burned the color of sulfur. It opened
its mouth. Hsss. Hsss. Ka-hsss. Fangs dropped beneath the
serpent's lips as it rose beneath the table.
Ethan panicked. He jerked upward, pulling his hand back from
the table.
Instantly, the vision vanished. He was standing in a quiet
cathedral with a cross high up above him and a traditional
communion table etched with the words, "Do this in remembrance of
Me," in front of him. The silence was only broken by Sam's laughter in
the far corner of the sanctuary.
Ethan stared at the table for a moment and then turned toward
Sam. She was at the very last stained glass window gazing up at the
depiction of her favorite angel, Raphael. The artist had decided to
show him different from the other scenes. He wasn't dressed in
warrior's attire like Michael or in the plain, white attire of the
messenger Gabriel. Rather, his clothes were an assortment of bright
and vivid colors. Instead of a sword or a scroll, he wore a thick gold
belt around his waist, and attached to the belt were more than a
dozen pouches of various sizes. His orange eyes sparkled with a
happy light.
"You don't know anything about it," Ethan said. The nightmares
dark dreams, visions or whatever they were did seem to make
him more brooding and anxious.
The heavy cathedral doors closed with a thud behind them.
wearing the last day Ethan had seen her, just before his family had
traveled to California for vacation.
Pixie waved Ethan over to the usual spot where he hung out
before and after school just where a grove of trees clustered at the
far corner of the main building.
As he waved back, another student jostled him. His skateboard
and his drawing pad which had both been tucked under his arm
clattered to the ground. He immediately stooped down, rushing to
gather his drawings. If anyone sees these
Just then, another pair of hands darted into his field of vision. It
reached for a wad of papers.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
The girl reached for the last drawing and stood up as Ethan
grabbed his skateboard. Ethan cringed. That was the image he had
drawn that very morning.
The girl appraised the image, scrutinizing every detail.
Ethan placed his thumb and forefinger on the paper, tugging it
gently. The last thing he needed was one of the popular kids
spreading rumors about his weird artwork and the red-haired
beauty in front of him definitely looked like she belonged with the
popular crowd.
"This is really good," the girl said earnestly. "Are you in Ms.
Ferren's art class?"
Ethan shook his head.
"Yeah, mine's Ethan. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the help."
Ethan's eyes locked with Ariadne's, and he suddenly felt as though
something was off about her. Nothing too noticeable more like the
last strains of a song being played in the distance. His heart beat just
a little bit faster.
But the shadow that darted into his peripheral vision, made it
beat much faster. No, not now. Ethan froze. He vaguely registered
that Ariadne was saying something else. But he couldn't make it out.
His mind seemed to be melting.
A few yards away, a demon weaved his way between students.
It's scaly wings were folded neatly behind its back. An iron sword
swung at its side. Ethan could feel the evil presence, and it made his
skin crawl. It was so close to innocent kids who had no idea a demon
was walking in their midst.
The demon seemed to be watching and thinking. A muscular
hand scratched its chin. Then, the demon turned and walked out of
Ethan's sight. A few moments later, Ethan could sense the dark one
had left the immediate vicinity.
He returned to reality.
"You were watching something. You kind of zoned out there for
a moment."
Ethan's mind raced. He wasn't about to admit to this girl, Yeah, I
saw a demon walking about ten feet away from you. But he didn't
want to make her feel like he was snubbing her by just walking away.
Shehad helped him when she didn't have to.
He looked up. Ariadne was watching him, studying him. Her
eyes questioned.
Think fast. Explain this.
The sun finally cleared the circumference of trees around the
school's property a blazing disc in all of its fierce orange glory.
"First day of the new school year and it looks like someone
already has the hots for you," said Pixie.
Finally, he grasped the emerald one, but it burned his fingers and he
dropped it back against the silk cloth.
Cursing mentally, he reached into his pocket and brought out a
leather glove and a satin pouch. After he wriggled his right hand into
the glove while balancing the box in his left, he seized the emerald
gem and dropped it into the pouch. Then he did the same with the
purple one and stuffed the satin pouch back into his pocket.
He shut the wooden box and kissed the lid. "Soon, my queen,"
he whispered to the enthroned lady carved on its face.
"Soon," said one of the still-spirits, echoing his master. This one
stood up from the circle, staring at the place in the ground where the
portal had opened. "If it is so soon, where are the rest of them? We
were expecting you would return with an army."
The master smiled. "I have determined wiser ways to implement
our plans. Soon, the world will be served on a platter, and you will be
free to devour as much of it as you wish."
"Then tell us our role in the taking of this world," said the stillspirit. "From what the Tempters have told us, a storm is already
brewing. No doubt you have heard that some say a seer is upon the
Earth."
Athaliah,
Makeda,
Lamia,
Persephone,
Naamah,
Morgana, Gorgon. Call them together for a Conclave. I will tell you of
the place and time shortly. Go forth now, swiftly and secretly."
"The chiefest, yes, but also the most accursed," said the master
bitterly. "Have not I told you never to speak that name?"
The still-spirits remained silent.
"I can't believe Coach did that," said one boy who was bald
except for the four-inch high mohawk down the center of his scalp; it
was black except for the tips which were dyed red. "I mean, Joe
Wayne of all people. I'd make a way better quarterback than him."
"Yeah, I know," said the other boy who was just as tall as the
first, but a bit stockier and well-muscled. "Nothing you can do about it
now."
Mohawk-hair just grunted.
From their perch at the top of the bleachers, Ethan and Zach
watched and listened silently. Ethan knew the Mohawk-haired boy
was Arioc, and the stockier one was Alfred, the captain of the school's
wrestling team. For two years straight, they had won the National
High School Wrestling Championship. They were only two-fifths of
the "Tagram boys" as he and his classmates called them. They had
three brothers all the same age because they were pentuplets.
From what he had heard, their father was a wealthy music label
executive who had moved with his family to the Houston area two
years prior.
"You and your girlfriends," Alfred shook his head. "You better
not get too attached to this place."
to be careful. We're here for a very specific reason; that comes first.
We can't get distracted playing at mortal games. We can't let our
glamour slip you especially. It's just a matter of time before a
Samson meets his Delilah."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," said Arioc. "But, I'm gonna have fun while
I have the chance. And I know that chance is shrinking."
here?"
Ethan pressed his fingers to his forehead and squeezed his
eyes tight. Was he imagining things now?
"Whatever," said Anita lazily. She flicked her chin-length, honeyblonde hair back from her face. The sound of wheels against the
hardwood filled the air as skateboarders Ethan among them
practiced kickflips, wheelies, and pivots.
"Well, I did." Anita swung her backpack around and set it on the
empty seat beside Sam. She unzipped it and pulled out a folded card.
"Here," she said holding it out to Sam with both hands. "It's an
invitation to my birthday party."
"Oh, thanks," said Sam. "But isn't it like four weeks from now?"
"Well, yes," said Anita slowly. "I want to give everyone plenty of
time to think about what presents they are going to give me."
Sam shook her head but didn't say anything. Anita could be a bit
self-centered.
"And, exactly, who is he?" Sam said glancing up at the five-anda-half foot tall brown-skinned, black-haired boy who was making his
way to the hardwood after storing his books in one of the cubby holes
by the door.
The interior of the ice skating arena was dimly lit. The pale, oval
rink had a dull gleam. On one side of the arena were rows of seats
ascending several rows back and up. The arena was surrounded by a
gold rail. There was only one other skater a girl whom Sam
thought, by her graceful bearing, was a much better skater than she
was.
The other girl, who was older by several years, skated over as
Sam sat on the bench by the Zamboni to put on her skates.
"Hi." She had long, black hair and dark eyes, and wore a silver
jacket with the Olympic logo on the front.
tried to imitate her form leaning slightly forward and using the
upper part of her body to direct her movement. She didn't dare go as
fast as Felicia for fear of falling.
As she skated, Sam began to feel drowsy which was
strange. She swung her arms to liven things up and tried to go a bit
faster. She figured Ethan would come for her in about ten minutes;
they normally were home by at least an hour after school. Her
drowsiness seemed to increase, and soon, she was just gliding by
the gold rail around the edge of the ring. Her eyes closed. Her
thoughts turned inward. She forgot all about Felicia.
Around and around she went. She wondered what was taking
Ethan so long. Sam remembered he seemed preoccupied talking
with Joe. Maybe he hadn't really been paying attention and thought
she had gone home. If so, then she should really get going.
But, she stayed on the ice going around and around.
Maybe I'm sleepwalking, she chuckled to herself. No, that would
be sleep-skating. It feels so good. I'm nearly weightless. It's almost
like flying. Maybe one day I'll be as good as Felicia.
Sam was snapped out of her reverie by a crash and a yelp.
Felicia!
Sam gripped the gold bar to keep her balance and spun around.
Near the center of the oval, Felicia had fallen and was trying to get
back up always an awkward thing to do on the ice. Sam sped over
to her, her sleepiness vanishing as suddenly as it had come.
"Thanks," Felicia grunted as Sam helped her to her feet. "I felt
dizzy there for a moment."
"That's funny," said Sam. "I did too Wait, here's your
necklace." She stooped down to pick the jewelry up off the ice. The
diamond pendant swung from her fist as she offered it to Felicia.
But Felicia didn't take it. "Hold it a minute," she said, bending
over pretending to tighten the laces on her skates.
Sam did hold it. As she gazed at the diamond, she thought she
heard a voice someone whispering. She spun around in a slow
circle, but no one else was in the arena with them. She shrugged and
looked at the diamond again, figuring it was nothing.
"I did," the whisper came again, and this time it was
accompanied by a light breeze, as though someone had turned on
the air condition in the arena. The cold air felt like icy fingers
caressing her cheeks. "I did, daughter," the whispering voice said.
Sam gasped and dropped the necklace. The pendant made a
pinging sound as it struck the ice. The pinging grew louder and
louder, a ringing that filled the air of the arena. The noise was
irritating and deafening. Suddenly, it was interrupted by a loud crack.
Crack!
Sam looked down. A silvery-blue jagged line, several feet long,
stretched across the ice. Sam knew she should be scared; she
should run. Something very wrong and very dangerous was
happening. But she was fixated on the crack in the ice.
A form materialized beneath the surface blue-white and
clouded in mist. The mist cleared, and a woman appeared pale,
cold-looking, and regal. She appeared to be sleeping or frozen
until her lips moved and she spoke.
"I did, my daughter." Her eyes opened, revealing icy blue irises,
and she looked directly at Sam sending pinpricks of unspeakable fear
across her skin. Sam screamed. Her feet suddenly regained their
willingness to move. She turned and sped toward the entrance, her
blades leaving deep grooves in the ice.
The door opened before she could reach it, and Sam nearly
slammed into Ethan. "Whoa," he said jumping back in surprise.
Sam grabbed his arms and held on to keep from falling. The
sounds of laughter and skateboard wheels against hardwood
reached her ears from the adjoining arena. She sat down on the
carpeted floor by the entrance to take off her skates.
"Just another girl," Sam said as Ethan opened the door to the
ice rink again. Sam peered around her brother to see inside.
But Felicia was gone, and the ice was smooth, flat, and dulllooking.
and set the empty glass down on the table with a loud clunk.
"You don't know that. And you can't just go around not liking
people, Ethan." Samantha sat down on Ethan's bed, plucked his
pillow from the bedspread and wrapped her arms around it. "At least
get to know them first."
"You didn't notice what he did with the juice." Ethan couldn't
decide if he should make it a question or a statement.
cheeks puffed out as she fought to keep oxygen in her lungs. Her
arms flailed. She hadn't learned to swim. She was drowning.
Ethan felt tightness in his lungs. His oxygen was gone. He was
sinking, being dragged down by the invisible thing clutching his
ankles. Down, down, down. He didn't know how much longer he'd be
alive.
"Oh, Ethan! Your eyes!" Sam exclaimed jumping up off the bed.
"What?" said Ethan.
"They're blue!"
"No, they're not."
"Look in the mirror."
Ethan turned to the mirror over the dresser. Was that a tinge of
blue in his irises? He blinked and looked again. No, his eyes were
grey as always.
In the mirror, Sam appeared beside him. She turned his face
between her palms and studied his eyes. Ethan studied his tiny
reflection in her emerald irises.
"Snap," said Ethan. He ran his hands through his hair. His
cellphone rang. "Hello."
Zach was on the other end. "He just fried the chat server."
face from the wave of heat that surged toward him. He suddenly felt
as though he were being lifted up and back. He clenched his eyes
tight.
A second later, he felt grass beneath his bare feet. He was
standing in a front yard, and the two story house in front of him was
on fire. A bike rested on its side in the grass near his feet, and
beyond that, a football. A lawn mower sat by the fence. The property
was hemmed in by a row of carrotwood trees on either side of the
yard.
Ethan looked around for any sign of where he was or whose
house he was looking at, but the neighborhood, while unremarkable,
was also unfamiliar. The windows of the second story of the house he
stood in front of glowed a furious yellow-orange. Dark, billowy clouds
of black smoke poured from an open window on the first floor. Ethan
was starting to sweat. He took a step closer to the house straining to
read the numbers painted on the mailbox by the front door. He
wondered if anyone was inside.
Just then, a burst of flame in the air caught his eye, and he
looked up in time to see a fiery shingle break from the roof and
tumble down to the yard. Ethan stepped out of its path. It crashed into
the grass near the football, setting it on fire.
Now flames shot out from where the shingle had fallen,
crackling and hissing as it licked up the grass. But another sound had
captured Ethan's attention.
Is that someone screaming? Looking up at the second-story
windows, a dark form flailed amidst the red-orange inferno. Ethan
started for the porch, unsure of what do, but sure he had to do
something to save whoever it was in the second-story room. As he
reached the steps, he heard the sound of laughter behind him.
He turned and
............
answers. But, maybe we won't get those answers until some time in
the future. The answers are already there. We just have to get to the
place where they are.
Ethan was thinking that maybe his answer would come four
years from now when he felt sudden pressure on his shoulders.
"If you heard me, I don't think I was that stealthy," said Ethan.
"Who is he again?"
Sam stood erect, stretched out her arms, and said in her most
dramatic voice, "My name is Oliver Queen. After five years in hell, I
have come home with only one goal: to save my city. Now others
have joined my crusade, to them I'm Oliver Queen. To the rest of
Starling City, I am someone else. I am something else." She pulled
back one arm and mimed shooting an arrow. "Remember when we
watched that show?"
Ethan applauded. "Not really."
"Look at that," said Sam pointing over the railing of the widow's
walk onto the roof. Ethan looked toward where she indicated and saw
a black bird with a peculiar white starburst on its head.
the eye on the left side of its head. "Shoo, shoo, go!" Sam said
waving her arms at the bird. It didn't move. It just watched them,
unblinking. "What's wrong with it?"
"Maybe it's hurt," said Ethan. "Or maybe it just wants to be left
alone."
"I'm going to get it," said Sam hoisting herself up onto the
railing.
"No, you are not going out onto the roof," Ethan said
emphatically.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen," said Sam. She had one leg
on the other side of the railing now. "The bird might be wounded. We
can't just let it stay out here."
"You could fall off the roof and be dead," said Ethan. "Get back
here and get inside." Ethan got up to pull her back to safety, but Sam,
smiling, hopped up over the railing and landed on the other side.
Barefoot and holding out her arms to keep her balance, she trotted
across the sloping, shingled roof and reached down for the black bird
with the peculiar white starburst on its head.
At that instant, the bird rustled it feathers and sprung into flight.
"That's okay," Ethan said without looking at her. "Just don't ever
do that again."
Sam frowned. She propped herself up on her elbow. "You're not
mad at me, are you?" Ethan sighed, pinching his eyes tight against
the dizziness in his head. He felt like his brain was swimming. "Are
you?" Sam asked.
"I want to be I should be. But, sadly, I'm not," said Ethan.
Sam's frown deepened, her eyebrows knit together in
uncertainty.
"But I don't think the grass is feeling too fond of us right now,
considering how we slammed into it." Ethan got up and held out his
hand to Sam. "Let's go inside."
They walked toward the back porch where Ethan stooped down
testing the wooden floorboards for the loose one where his father
always left an emergency key hanging from a nail. He punched one
row of boards until the right one snapped up, knocking him in the
forehead.
"Ow," he said.
Reaching under the board, he retrieved the key and stood up.
Just then, the sound of rustling bushes in the yard caught his
attention. He turned to see a figure emerging from the hedge on the
right side of the lawn. The person moved incredibly fast, its form
blurring as it darted across the yard. Ethan jumped from the porch to
the ground. "Hey! Stop!" he shouted.
The person stopped and slowly turned around. She had long,
black hair and dark eyes. The moon glinted on the silver chain around
her neck, and a diamond pendant winked at her throat. She was
dressed in a grey track suit that looked as if it had just been bought.
"I, uh, I was just taking a shortcut," the young woman said.
"Do you live around here?" Ethan asked.
"No." The girl blinked. She waved her hand vaguely over her
shoulder. "I mean, yes, I do live around here, that is. I was just
biking, um, jogging around the neighborhood. For exercise."
She looked down at Ethan's left arm and frowned.
"Get inside," Ethan said to Sam. "You ever seen her around
here before?"
"Yeah, right," Ari said. "I bet you volunteered because you were
getting bored and were itching for some action."
"I can handle myself," Ari said. She looked down and wondered
how Keiland's hands had become wrapped around hers without her
noticing. In his bright blue eyes, she sensed a hint of sincerity
untainted by his usual playful, irritating demeanor. Maybe he had
really been worried about her. She pulled her hands out of his. "You
just don't want to miss out on any excitement."
symbols.
"No. You. Don't." Nicolai reached out and grabbed the Dark
Angel by the collar of his robe. "Put that gem right back on the desk
so I can see it until you get back."
Grissam muttered again. "Alright, alright," he complained setting
the purple gem back on his desk.
When he left the room, Nicolai gazed around at the
bookshelves. The only light came from the white fire at one end of the
room, and that left most of the rest of the room shrouded in shadows.
But the better vision of Nicolai's cat eyes could read the titles of the
books on the shelves. If he weren't tied to the pentacle, he would
have loved to go and browse through some of them. They had titles
like: Eve and the Garden: Our First Victory or Our First Defeat?, The
Care and Keeping of an Imp, The Benefits and Follies of Clockwork
Technology, Maleficient's Guide to the Tempting of Humans, The
Infernal Lexicon,How to Command a Legion, and The Geography of
the Underworld.
In a few minutes, Grissam returned, his robe swirling about him
and a young imp carrying a humongous book walking behind him.
The imp also had a bundle of feather pens curled in his tail.
"Set it right there," Grissam said to the imp who plunked the
tome down on the desk. "Softly, I say," said Grissam.
"Yes, father," said the imp who also released the bundle of
feather pens on the desk. "Is that all?"
"Ethan, get up," she said. "You're going to be late for school."
"Am I?" Ethan said untangling himself from the sheets.
"Yes, are you alright? You never sleep late."
"I'm fine," Ethan said running a hand through his black hair.
"First time for everything, right?" An image of the envelope from the
monastery in Virginia that had been on his mother's desk in the attic
flashed through his mind. He was about to blurt out his questions, but
caught himself. First time for everything.Maybe he should take a peek
at his adoption records. It couldn't hurt anything. Just a peek. But he'd
have to do it when no one was around.
Ethan and Sam walked to school in silence, neither wanting to
talk about what had occurred the previous night. Ethan was still trying
to figure out how he had fallen fast enough to get under Sam and
save her from death or severe injury. The heat, the white light, the
pain like needles jabbing his skin and his vision he couldn't make
sense of any of it. And that strange woman who showed up claiming
to be out for exercise. Who goes jogging ten o'clock at night?
More questions. No answers.
Before settling down for class, Ethan leaned over Zach's desk.
Zach was ticking and gulping like crazy, but didn't seem to be trying
to control it.
"If two balls of different weight fall from the same height at the
same time, they hit the ground at the same time."
Zach stared at Ethan like he was stating the obvious.
"Miss Kay, are you alright?" several students asked. There was
no response.
Turning around, Ethan saw that Ari, who was sitting directly
behind him, was staring straight ahead as well. But instead of a blank
stare, her brow was furrowed in concentration.
A girl named Keyshia got up and snapped her fingers in the
teacher's face. "Miss Kay, you alright? Get her some water,
somebody."
"Did you have something to say, Mr. Maxwell?" said Miss Kay.
"No," said Zach.
Miss Kay tilted her head to one side.
"Thank you, Miss Kay," said a boy named Leonid who was
waving his paper in the air. On one side was his name, on the other
was the name of a girl named Megan.
"No, I'm not," said Megan. "I'm just out of your ballpark. We're in
the same league." She beamed at Leonid. Leonid looked perplexed.
Two boys who were twins fist-bumped across the aisle. "Bones,"
they said.
"You ever seen one before?" asked Ari who was standing
behind Ethan to his right, looking at the same painting. Up and down
the exhibit hall, the teams Miss Kay had put together were studying
the various paintings and tapestries. Miss Kay herself was standing
with the curator at the entrance to the exhibit hall.
Actually, I have, Ethan thought, but he said to Ari, "Who knows?
They say angels like disguises."
"Right," said Nicolai giving a little wave. "Enjoy the rest of your
tour. Maybe your teacher will let you come back for my Michelangelo
exhibit brilliant artist, that one." He turned and walked off.
Ari looked relieved.
Before they left the museum, Miss Kay allowed the students to
browse the gift shop. There were books, teacups, shirts, mugs,
miniature replicas of famous paintings, and tiny figurines.
Zach and Pixie studied a display of abstracts. Zach suddenly
picked one up it was heavier than it looked turned it over and
set it down again. One of the shop workers gave him a severe look.
"Yeah, more like that," said Ethan. He read the info card on the
shelf. "Caelum denique. What does that mean?"
"It's Latin," said a familiar voice. Ethan turned to find Akeela and
her partner, Shelly, standing behind them. "It means Heaven at last.'
It was the battle cry of the Crusaders," Akeela said. Shelly had her
fingers and her eyes glued to the keypad on her phone.
"You know, there's still an empty seat in Mrs. Ferren's art class,"
Ari said.
"Weren't you supposed to turn onto your street about five blocks
back?" said Ethan.
Pixie looked up and took off her headphones. "What?"
Ethan repeated the question.
"Thanks a lot, sister," said Ethan. They had reached the block
where the Eclaan house was the only two story house in the
neighborhood.
Pixie looked at Ethan. "But, really, it'll be okay with your parents,
right?"
"Of course," said Ethan. "You should have just said so. You can
come over anytime."
"My," said Amanda, still unsure of what to say. "I'm sure this
must be a mistake." She picked up the letter to read it.
"You should take it to a jeweler and find out what it's worth. It
could be worth millions," Sam said. "We would be rich."
Amanda finished reading the letter and set it down on the table
along with the jewel still in the box. "I don't know," she said. "The
letter looks legit. But I don't know why a relative I hardly remember
would send me something so valuable. I'll have to call Mom later."
She shook her head, closed the box, and set it on the wooden display
case that housed her china. "Until then, no one is to touch it." She
took down three tumblers from the cabinet and poured grapefruit
juice for Ethan, Sam, and Pixie. "Now, scatter. Dinner will be ready in
an hour."
"I'll help you find a place for them," Pixie said from the hall
behind her.
"If you can," Sam said. She plunked the stack of books down on
her bed.
Pixie came in and surveyed the room. "If you get rid of the
plastic Star Wars people on the shelf, you could actually use the shelf
for what it was made for," she said. "Problem solved."
"Telling you what?" said Sam from the bed. She dumped the
contents of the Halo shipment on the blanket and unrolled the new
poster to replace the one that occupied the space over her bed.
"Oh, that," Sam said feigning surprise. "I don't think we should
talk about that now."
"Just spill it," said Pixie crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well," Sam said slowly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Dad
explains it this way: Jewish mothers are notorious for being overinvolved and demanding in their children's lives, and it seems that
Mom inherited that trait from her mother." Sam sat cross-legged on
the bed and faced Pixie. She put her fist under her chin.
"Understand?"
Pixie squinted and looked confused. "No. I don't understand."
Sam took a deep breath and struggled to fight off a smile.
"Well," she said, "Mom thinks that you and Ethan are going to get
married one day. Every time you come over, you can hardly get out
the door before she reminds Ethan of that. I think she even already
has his tuxedo picked out."
Pixie made a choking sound in her throat. She looked
dismayed. "That's disgusting," she said.
Sam buried her face in her blanket, her body quivering with
laughter. "It's true. I told you you wouldn't like it," she said.
"Wha-?" Ethan turned at the sudden noise and pulled off his
headphones. "Oh, hey."
"It never gets old," she said as she commandeered the remote
control for the TV set from her father and bounced up onto the couch
beside him.
"Feet off the table," Amanda said setting down three bowls.
"My feet aren't on the table, dear. My socks are," Reagan said.
"What are you going to do about that jewel, by the way?"
Amanda shrugged. "I have no idea. We'll just keep it. Maybe
get its value and put it in a safe Or sell it, and put the money in the
kids' college fund."
Sam grabbed a bowl of popcorn and popped a handful into her
mouth as Pixie sat down beside her on the couch. Amanda stretched
out on the loveseat, her head resting on her husband's arm. Reagan
lowered his head and kissed his wife on her forehead. Pixie watched
as his face lingered near hers for a second, his curly red-brown hair
mingling with her auburn waves. She felt a twinge of pain: she had
never witnessed such affection in her own home.
in the dark green recliner, doused his popcorn in grated cheese, but
barely touched it otherwise. Pixie could tell something was bothering
him. As the opening credits rolled and CGI webbing spread across
the big screen television, she studied his face and tried to discern his
dilemma. But his grey eyes were in shadow, and as the moments
ticked, his face grew hard and impassive as though he were turning
to stone and that sent a chill through her heart. She wanted to
reach out and touch his hand, break him from whatever had arrested
his mind. Maybe he would turn his head, catch her eye, and smile to
let her know that everything was alright even if it wasn't.
A nudge from Sam broke Pixie from her thoughts. Sam nodded
discreetly toward her mother who was watching both her son and
Pixie intently. Pixie put her eyes on the screen and pushed her
concerns about Ethan out of her mind at least for now.
Ethan had felt Pixie's gaze on him. He knew already of his
mother's fanciful notions of him and her. But that wasn't why he had
ignored Pixie. He tried to watched the movie, but Peter, Mary Jane,
and Harry soon blurred into a colorful kaleidoscope of questions that
weighed on his mind. Had Ari put the now broken angel in his
backpack? Why couldn't a gem just be a gem? Why was there
something sinister about a jewel arriving in a box from a relative he
had never heard of and whom his mother hardly remembered? Now,
he felt like he was forgetting something important, too. Not to mention
the still nagging question of why the adoption agency in Virginia was
contacting his parents after all these years. Tonight, at least, he
planned to do something about that.
Ethan told himself it was worth the risk and that it might just
answer all of the questions he had about where he came from, who
he was, and why he saw the things he did.
Halfway into the movie, Reagan and Amanda were asleep. Pixie
and Sam were riveted to the screen. Ethan slipped out of the living
room and took the stairs to his mother's attic office two at a time.
Once inside, he shut the door behind him and flicked on the
vintage lamp. The light cast a yellow glow over Amanda's laptop and
a stack of thick, green folders on the ledge which formed a makeshift
desk. Ethan rummaged through the contents on the desktop careful
not to get anything too out of place. Nothing concerned him there
just files from his mother's accounting work.
Adoptive mother, he forced himself to think.
Ethan turned toward the grey filing cabinet, his hand trembling a
bit. He knew where the adoption records were kept second drawer
from the bottom. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the door
to the attic was still closed then knelt down in front of the filing
cabinet. There was no lock. He slowly pulled the drawer open
cringing at the grating sound the tiny wheels made against the metal.
A single, green folder, about an inch thick, was all that was in
the drawer. He lifted it out gingerly and placed it on the floor. Opening
one side, he saw the envelope from the monastery in Virginia. It had
been opened, but Ethan set it aside. Surely, there were older things
that he needed to become familiar with first.
He pulled out the next sheet of paper. At the top it read
"Certificate of Adoption." The top part of the form had prompts that
were meant to be filled in: Name of Child (before this adoption), Date
of Birth, Natural Mother, Natural Father. But to Ethan's great
disappointment, the spaces where the answers to those prompts
would have been filled in were blacked out retracted like some
top-secret CIA document. But this was his family his real mother
and father. Why would that information be blacked out?
Frustrated, he looked at the rest of the form. The next section
was supposed to detail his adoptive parents' names, dates of birth,
places of birth, social security numbers, and address at the time of
the adoption. But instead of Reagan and Amanda Eclaan, there was
another name in the spot for adoptive mother Cecille St. Amand.
The spot for the adoptive father was blank. And instead of an address
in Texas, there was an address wait a minute.
Ethan flipped back through the folder till he found the letter that
had come in only two days ago. The address on the adoption
certificate and the address of Our Lady of the Angels Monastery was
the same. Ethan sat back on his heels and stared at the papers
before him. He realized that he hadn't been adopted outright by
Reagan and Amanda. He had been legally adopted by this other
woman Cecille St. Amand in Virginia. Even though he figured that
this new knowledge placed him one step closer to the truth, he still
felt as far away from it as before. His real parents were still a mystery.
Ethan lay the Certificate of Adoption aside, careful to note its
place in the folder, and reached for the next set of papers. Several
half-sheets of paper bound by a rubber band were folded like one
would fold a letter. He pulled off the rubber band and unfolded the
first page. It was written in elegant cursive handwriting. Ethan knew it
wasn't Amanda's. Maybe it was Cecille's. He started to read.
Mon cher Amanda
"No, wait," Ethan said. He grabbed her arm forcing her to turn
around. "Sit down," he pleaded. "It's notwhat it looks like." Ethan
slowly let her arm go hoping she wouldn't try to flee the room again.
She didn't. She sat down slowly, but didn't look at him.
"I know what you're thinking," Ethan said. "But it's not true.
None of it. I do like being here. You have to believe that."
Sam sat with her face resting in her palm, her eyes on the floor,
her cheek wet with tears.
"I love being here," Ethan continued. "I love Mom and Dad and
you. I wouldn't ask for other parents or another sister." Slowly, he
reached out and tucked his fingers under Sam's chin forcing her to
look up. "Together, we're a family and that's what matters." She met
his eyes briefly. A tear ran down her cheek, collected at her chin, and
dropped into Ethan's palm, cold and salty against the warm skin of
his hand.
Sam's lip trembled. "If we're a family, then you would talk with
us about" She pointed toward the papers still on the floor. "About
this."
Ethan let her chin go, and she resumed staring at the floor. "I
tried, Sam, I tried," he said. "But I gave up because Mom and Dad
wouldn't listen. They didn't get it It's been a long time and I came
up here to try to figure some things out for myself. I guess" His
voice trailed off.
Sam looked up at him, her green eyes luminous in the dimness
of the attic. The warm, dusky golden glow of the vintage lamp fringed
her red hair like a halo. She looked like a tear-stained angel. "Maybe
you tried with Mom and Dad," she said. "But you never tried with me."
Ethan opened his mouth and then shut it. She was right. He
hadn't tried to explain things to her. Hadn't even thought about it. "I'm
sorry," he said. "I didn't think, I mean I didn't know" He shook his
head and started to refold the French letters.
Footsteps in the attic doorway caused him to turn around
dreading that he would see his father or mother standing there.
It wasn't either of them. It was Pixie.
She paused in the doorway and mouthed a voiceless "oh" as
she looked from Sam to Ethan to the papers in his hands. "I'll wait
downstairs." She left just as quickly as she had come.
Ethan's hands shook as he snapped the rubber band back over
the letters and set them inside the folder. "I promise, I'll explain
everything tomorrow. How's that?" he said.
"Fine. But why not now?" Sam's voice sounded lighter now, less
afraid.
"It's late, Pixie needs to get home, and we both need to get
some sleep," Ethan said. "We can talk tomorrow after school. I
promise."
"I know you will," Ethan closed the folder and let it fall back into
its place in the filing cabinet. He slid the drawer firmly shut. The
answers he wanted would have to wait for another day.
Pixie was sitting at the dining table when Ethan went back
downstairs. He could hear his father snoring in the living room.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," he said.
It was dark and chilly outside. The deep, upside down bowl of
blackness was pinpricked with stars. High above the moon shone
a watchful silver eye. Ethan grabbed a jacket from inside the door
and handed it to Pixie.
Pixie let out a huge breath and unclenched her fists. "All I meant
to say was don't go chasing waterfalls. Your family the people in
your life now they're here. Get it?"
turned the key in the lock. Dark objects, about two inches in diameter,
swung gently from the underside of the roof where one would
normally hang wind chimes. "Why are there ? Are those tea bags
hanging from the roof?" he asked.
Pixie turned around smiling sheepishly. "I was hoping you
wouldn't notice. Those aren't exactly teabags at least not the kind
you buy at the store. It's some kind of herbal concoction. Mom says
it's supposed to keep evil spirits from entering the house or
something."
"And those evil spirits always try to use the front door?"
"It's not funny," Pixie said.
"It is, kind of," Ethan said. "She's still into that New Age stuff?"
"Yeah. I thought she'd be over it by now, but" Pixie shrugged.
"I guess not." She took off his jacket and handed it back to him.
"Thanks for walking me home. Goodnight, and remember what I
said."
"I will," Ethan said as he put on his jacket and turned to go back
to the street. "Goodnight."
As he turned the corner onto his own street, a cold chill crept up
Ethan's spine. Once again, something briefly blocked out the silver
gleam from the moon. He looked up as he heard the rustle of
feathers. Only this time, it wasn't just a rustle. It was heavy wings
beating the air behind him.
hitting the asphalt hard. The Dark Angel had been right behind him,
silently preparing to seize its prey. When Ethan fell, he stumbled over
his body and clattered to the ground a few feet away.
Ethan jumped up and saw the heap of wings and limbs. He
gave a silent prayer of thanks as he sprinted away again, his breath
coming in short, quick puffs. He didn't think he'd run this fast in his
life. Hopefully, he could lose the Dark Angel soon. He couldn't see his
own house anymore, and he thought he could see the entrance to the
park up ahead. But it was too dark to see anything beyond the
occasional front porch light on one of the houses that lined the street.
Then he heard the heavy footsteps of the Dark Angel pounding
the pavement behind him. Each footstep drew them closer together.
Soon, Ethan could feel the ground quivering beneath the heavy
footfalls.
Ethan caught sight of a thin flash of silver out of the corner of
his eye, then felt something wrapping around his ankle. A sudden
yank, and he toppled to the ground.
Ethan rolled over on his back. The Dark Angel held the end of a
silver cord in his fist. As he slowly approached, he drew the sword
from his back with his free hand. Slowly, the blade extended above
the angel's head and then came crashing toward Ethan. Ethan's eyes
opened wide as the iron blade sliced in front of his body and
"I've known that for a while now," the female snapped. "What
about the Marks and the chosai traits?"
The Dark Angel snorted. "What do you want me to do? Dissect
him?"
Nono dissecting, Ethan thought.
"The children of Lilith and their prophecies." The Dark Angel let
out a grunt of disdain. "If it's so important to you, go and kill him
yourself and see what happens."
Kill him see what happens. The words re-echoed in Ethan's
head, his mind feeling clogged and sluggish. He heard footsteps
approaching and felt the presence of two beings close by.
Schiiing!
Ethan knew that sound a sword being drawn. He had heard it
numerous times watching war movies with his dad and Sam. Blinking
through the haze in his vision, Ethan saw a shaft of silver,
shimmering in the gloom a curved sabre held by a lithe form. His
heart pumped faster. They really were going to kill him. The fog
swirled in his mind, numbing his thoughts. He felt as if he was going
to pass out.
Just then, there was a rush of footsteps to Ethan's left, and a
fourth figure emerged from the shadows and into the copse.
"Put down your weapon, succubi, or I'll put this arrow through
your throat." The voice was familiar, and Ethan was struggling to
place it when a flurry of motion erupted around him. Something sliced
through the metallic cords that bound him to the tree. Strong arms
the Dark Angel's hauled him upright and cinched around his chest,
a heavy palm clamped against his heart.
"This has nothing to do with you, little angel girl," the Dark Angel
said. Ethan could feel his hot breath on his neck. "You halflings are
always sticking your noses where they don't belong. These lines were
drawn ages ago. Turn away and begone."
"Those lines were drawn in sand, not stone, and now the sands
are shifting," the newcomer said. "What are you afraid of? That the
age of revenants has come again? Let him go."
"You are sorely mistaken, little angel," the Dark Angel said.
"That race was stamped out long ago and not one is alive today.
Beware of this one thing, though the day of the white dragon is
nigh and no one will stand before him."
There was a beat of silence as the newcomer apparently
pondered the Dark Angel's words.
25: Felicia
The huge raven with the white starburst on its head swooped
down silently from the night sky and alighted on Felicia's right
shoulder. Her shoulders slumped as she turned down the wide
avenue and headed for home. Tonight had not gone so well. Her
main interest was not the Seer, but the Marks he wore and whether or
not Lilith's agreement with the angels of the Most High was still in
effect. If only that halfling hadn't shown up she would have found out
for sure. But if the agreement was still in effect, then She shivered
as she thought of what would have happened. She didn't want to go
there.
Looking up at the now starless sky, Felicia wondered if her
mother would approve of her actions. As her mother's only daughter,
she had inherited the leadership of the clan of Morgana when her
mother died after leading the clan to relocate to Texas from Wales.
Felicia hadn't wanted to move. She loved the clear blue lakes, the
rolling green countryside dotted with trees, and the rugged mountains
of her native land. Often, while lying on the shore of Llyn Tegid, she
imagined she could feel the presence of her clan's ancient mother still
weaving its way through the air. But all that was past now.
Once the clan had arrived in Texas, Felicia's mother explained
to her that important days were ahead for the children of Lilith. A new
queen would rise to unite the clans and restore their people to their
former glory. Felicia didn't know how her mother knew this but she
had always trusted her, and as she lay dying, she in turn had trusted
Felicia to lead the clan.
Felicia sighed and placed her hand on the post at the bottom of
the stairs in front of the sprawling, three-story mansion the clan now
called home.
Without warning, the raven squawked and fluttered into the air
as a foul scent filled Felicia's nostrils. Felicia turned toward the
source of the smell. A Tempter emerged from the shadowy corner
beneath the porch canopy its huge, six-winged, moth-like body
hovered inches from her face.
...
She was staring at the globe on the ivory column in front of the
bookshelves across the room when a knock sounded on the door.
The door swung open and one of the youngest members of the clan
stuck her head in. "Rion of the brotherhood is here to see you," she
said.
"Good morning, Rion," Felicia said. "I must ask your advice on a
matter."
"Very well," Rion said. "But remember, what you hear from me
is opinion, not fact. I will offer my perspective, not the truth."
Felicia stifled a smile. "Yes, that's what advice is. You don't have
to philosophize about everything."
"So you say," Felicia said. "But the old ways are what sustain us
and keep us alive. Without the hope that, one day, someone worthy
to reign in Lilith's stead will rise up, what else do we have?"
"I admire your idealism," Felicia said rising from her seat and
standing in front of the jinn warrior. "And I know that you admire the
mortal world. But, the thing is we aren't mortal. We're not like
them." She pressed her finger to Rion's chest. "You, as much as
you'd like to be, are not a man."
"I know that," Rion said clasping Felicia's hand in his own. "I'm
not a man. The question is: am I more than one? Or less than one?"
"We caught this faerie sneaking around by the lake," Arioc said.
"He's probably a scout, but he won't say what he was looking for."
Ari heard a flesh-squelching punch and then a groan. She
flinched. A faerie, she thought. Very interesting. She crept to the
bedroom door so she could hear better. Alfred was talking again.
"Let's take him to the reading room and get Nicolai. See what
"Better start talking, faerie boy, or we're going to get some iron
and make you squeal," Arioc laughed.
Ari crept out of bed and sat with her back to the door extending
her hearing down the hall.
"Interesting," Nicolai said when the boys told him what was
going on. Ari could imagine him rubbing his chin with his long ringed
fingers. "I'll meet you in the reading room."
A few minutes later, Ari could hear Nicolai talking again in his
strange
disembodied
tone.
"Now
it
is
never
without
great
consequence that the fair folk make their presence known in the
terrestrial realm," he said. "And, as I recall, it is with great fanfare that
you are received into the circles of mortals, enchanted and
unenchanted alike. But here you are trespassing on our property
unbidden, spying on us as though we are your enemies." Nicolai took
a deep breath, relishing what he was going to say next. "Since fairies
can't lie, this should be easy. Tell me, who sent you and what are you
doing here?"
"I will not betray my queen." The faerie's voice was low and
threatening.
can even help you in your quest and earn the queen's favor. We both
know she is a valuable ally to have. Hmm?"
"N-no. Never," the faerie said, his teeth chattering. "My lady
would never ally herself with foul, cursed wretches like you."
"Speak now, and your pain will cease," Nicolai said, his voice
suddenly booming with authority.
Ethan still felt like there was lead in his head when he
awakened the next morning. Bleary-eyed, he rolled over in his bed to
face the digital clock on his night-stand. He had overslept. The bright
morning sun streaked through the gray curtains, and bits of dust
danced in the shaft of light.
He flopped back on the bed and squeezed his eyes shut for a
few moments and then snapped them open. The huge map of the
eastern hemisphere which hung on the wall across the room came
into focus. He could read the words, Marco Polos Travels, from his
bed. Without warning, the memory of what had transpired a few
hours earlier rushed back at him.
He remembered leaving Pixies house, being chased by a Dark
Angel, and tied to a tree. There were voices, people talking, and then
another voice. Someone familiar. Who was it? Then, hed been shot,
right? An arrow to his heart? Thats what the demon had meant when
he said, after you kill him.
Ethan pressed his hand to his chest. He could feel his heart
beating steadily. Was it all a dream? He tugged down the collar of his
shirt, and it was then that he realized he was still in the same clothes
he had put on the previous day. But someone had removed his
shoes; at least he didnt remember taking them off. How on earth had
he gotten back in his room after that excursion in the woods? More
questions. No answersand no one to ask.
Can you stop talking into my head like that? Its creepy.
The Whisperer shook her head. Whisperers speak the truth of
the Immortal Throne into the minds of the children of men. The
tongue is used to lie and slander, but every man perceives the truth
in his own mind. The Father of Lies often sends his Tempters to twist
spoken truths before they have a chance to enter the minds and
hearts where they are needed. Whisperers sacrifice their tongues for
the truth.
me your name?
My name is Eddricklayefstarkssonish.
Ethans mouth fell open. That is a mouthful.
Actually, its two mouthfuls. The first Whisperers voice was light
and teasing, but Ethan agreed. And whats your name? he said.
Siddarthalinkolarsaerisa.
school.
Im not the one going to school in the same clothes I slept in,
Sam said tersely.
positioned slightly in front of and to the side of the library, and behind
the gym Ari was standing over what looked like a pile of dirt with his
drawing pad in her hand. There was smoke coming from the pile, and
Ethan suddenly realized what it really was the charred, ashy
remains of his vision drawings. Ethan watched as Ari ripped out
another page and dropped it on the fire. She looked around as if
aware that she was being watched. Red flames curled up, licking the
edges of the paper.
Ethan slammed the heel of his palm against the window and
muttered a word he wouldnt dare use around his parents. He turned
and raced from the balcony level and through the library, ignoring
stares from other students and the librarian who was shouting,
Eclaan! No running in here! He burst out the door and down the
strip of grass that separated the library from the gym.
Fighting my sister?
Ethan turned.
Arioc stood behind him grinning stupidly. His red mohawk
drooped with sweat and the sweat-drenched t-shirt he wore was
plastered against his skin. Behind him was his brother Alfred, shorter
but more muscular. Apparently, they had just come out of the
gym. Wrestling practice? Ethan thought. Or maybe more time plotting
Joe Waynes downfall? Arioc folded his arms across his chest, a
wave of power radiating off of him. Ethan had sensed it before. Arioc
was not normal.
If you put her up to this, Ill fight you instead, Ethan said. He
had never liked the Tagram boys, and when he learned that Nicolai
was their father, that only intensified the dislike. But the feeling was
mutual; for some reason, Arioc nor his brothers liked him either. At
least Ari had appeared to try.
This? The question curled off Ariocs lips. His eyes darted
from Ethan to Ari to the pile of ashes that Ari had just stamped out.
Care to explain, sister?
No, Ari said. This is between us. And you wont be fighting
Who were they? The two boys in your vision the blue-haired
boys? Aris voice was anxious.
Ethan winced. The drawings had been done in pencil black
and white and shades of gray. How does she know the boys have
blue hair?
Its been a while. Felicias tone was light, perhaps playful, but
Sam detected a dark undercurrent to her words.
They work for me, Felicia said dismissively, her head tilting
slightly. The round-faced girl who stood closest to Felicia spread her
lips in a shark-like smile that sent chills up Sams spine.
Well, if you and your, uh, cohorts would take a hike, Id like to
get a few laps in before Ethans ready to go home. Sam jerked her
thumb over her shoulder to make sure they got the message.
Felicia & Company didnt budge. Ethan, hes your brother,
right? Felicia said.
Were you spying on us? Sam said turning fully and taking a
step toward Felicia.
Come on, girls. Felecia jerked her head toward the hall, and
the rest of her company followed her to the exit.
As she listened to their retreating footsteps, Sam clenched her
fist at her side, willing herself not to cry. She no longer wanted to go
skating. She wanted to know what Felecia claimed to know. She
wanted Ethan to tell her everything.
Well, you two are particularly quiet this evening, Amanda said
around a mouthful of pasta.
I know, Sam said. She put her plate in the fridge and washed
her hands in the sink. Im going to the den, she said, giving Ethan a
meaningful glance.
When her footsteps retreated down the hall, Amanda cleared
her throat. Did something happen at school today? Did shetell you
anything?
Ethan shook his head. She didnt say anything to me, he said.
Dont, Sam interrupted raising one hand in the air, start with
an apology.
Ethan blinked. He knew Sam was hurt, disappointed. But
angry?
Sam turned to face him. Im in the mood for a bedtime story. So
start at the beginning. Her lips held a slight smile, but her eyes didnt
agree with it.
Okay, Ethan said. It started when I was about four. You were
still a baby, maybe a year old. I was in my room one night, back when
we lived in the apartment, and I just felt thisthispresence. I didnt
know what to think. I just knew that something else someone else
was in the room with me. Mom came in, said goodnight, cut the
light out. She didnt notice anything, didnt say anything. Ethan had
That happened a few more times. Id see something and Id run and
get Mom and Dadbut they couldnt see anything at all It was
terrible. Ethan laughed dryly. I slept a lot on the couch after that.
Thats how I learned to get up early; I had to get back in my room
before Mom and Dad got up. Then I started drinking coffee with Mom.
The caffeine helped me get over all the hours I spent awake.
Its okay, Sam said. Im not upset, not anymore. Last night, I
just Its just that you are Patchwork family. Sam didnt finish
what she was saying. She looked up at Ethan, her emerald eyes
communicating what she wanted to say far better than words ever
could.
I hate to sound like Dad, Sam said, her voice muffled against
Ethans shoulder, but you know you can tell me anything, right?
Yeah, I knownow.
Sam sat back, looking decidedly happier. And you know what
Oswald Cobblepot would say?
resting on the couch. Dont worry. Youll figure everything out. Until
then, she lifted his hand in her palm, friends in the dark?
Goodnight, son.
Ethan let the tube roll from his hand onto his bed. He stared at
his shivering fingers, barely able to control them now. Reaching for
the tube again, he forced his fingers to close around it. It was
postmarked the day before and had come from Akeelas address
which was odd. She had never sent him anything in the mail before.
He ripped the tube open and a roll of paper tumbled out. Ethan
unscrolled it. It was a map of what, he wasnt sure. Some kind of
early birthday present maybe. There was writing along the bottom of
it, but he didnt bother to read it. Setting the map aside, he turned to
his computer desk and the stack of paper he had confiscated from his
fathers printer earlier. He pulled his drawing pencils out of a drawer.
They were still sharp from non-use in recent days.
He gripped the desk chair to keep his balance as his vision
began to blur, his eyelids rapidly flickering open and shut.
An explosion of light and color blasted across his mind. Visions
all of which he had seen before cascaded through his head. He
squeezed his eyes shut. A few moments more, and hed lose control
completely. Fumbling with the keys on his keyboard, he queued up a
playlist of his favorite Thomas Bergersen tracks. The music helped
muting other sounds and stray thoughts and isolating him inside his
visions. As the scenes rushed once more kaleidescope-like to the
fore of his mind, Ethans fingers closed around a pencil and lead met
paper.
He drew feverishly. Possessed by what, he did not know. Every
line, every shading was perfect, as though he had practiced a
thousand times before. Each image flowed seamlessly from his mind
through his fingers and onto the paper the pencil strokes like thin
streams of black blood. The scenes flickered in his mind; four he
knew well for he had seen them often. The altar and the girl who lay
lifeless upon it. The blue-haired boys and the white dragon. The girls
with curved swords threatening to take a babys life. The sinister
laugh as a house burned.
31: Fugue
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his
punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Oscar Wilde
Id live here just to do this every day, Sam said as they shot
up, the lobby rapidly growing small beneath them. Ethan adjusted the
thick folder under his arm.
Right, Ethan said. He and Sam took off their sneakers and set
them beside the six other pairs of shoes inside the front door.
As Ethan and Sam stepped into the living room, one of Akeelas
Shut up. Cesar glanced toward the hall, hoping Sam was far
down enough that she hadnt heard. He turned back to Max. No
shes not. And quit reading my stuff.
Yes, she is. Yes, she is. Yes, she is, Max chanted, dancing
around in a circle.
And that matters, why? Ethan said, setting his folder on her
desk. Sam came in behind him and shut the door.
Wow. Akeela took off her glasses and rubbed the space
between her eyes. And how long has this been going on?
Yeah.
The only thing I can compare it to would be a fugue state.
A what? Sam said, and Ethan was thinking the same.
A fugue state. Its a psychological condition where someone
seems to forget who they are temporarily. Its almost like another
person takes over their thoughts and actions. The state can last for
minutes, hours sometimes months. Akeela looked uncomfortable
for a moment before continuing. Some artists have described
experiencing a similar condition when they are painting or making
music.
Like Cesar?
Yeah, he said something weird like that once. But I dont think
he has a condition.
Ethan shivered though the room was warm. When I do these
drawings, thats what it feels like. Like Im just a vessel and someone
else is in control.
I hope the other possible explanations are less freakysounding, Sam said as she turned back to Akeelas book shelves. I
think I found something of yours, Ethan, she said as she pulled a
long roll of paper out of a corner between two shelves.
Its the same one, Ethan said again, pointing at the map and
taking a step away from it. The same one I got in the mail from you
yesterday.
32: Burned
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do. Voltaire
Fire. House burned down. He was home alone, the kid said.
The cold ice shot up through Ethans body and seized his heart.
The world spun off-kilter. He saw the house again, the fire. He could
feel the heat.
The kid wormed his way out of Ethans grasp. Were all upset
about it, but your eyes are changing color, and you look like youre
about to throw up, so Im gonna scram.
Ethan stood there for a moment, wondering how he couldnt
have known. Maybe he had been so intent on getting out of the vision
that he hadnt considered that he could very well be seeing the future
a future he could possibly change.
Sam pulled Ethans sleeve, snapping him back to reality.
Anitas going to be so distraught. Im gonna go, she said. And,
remember, Mom is picking me up for a doctors appointment early
today so dont wait around for me.
chose Wayne.
Pixie pulled Ethan away from the crowd. Half the boys in this
school wish they could be quarterback, she said. That doesnt mean
he did it.
Why not?
Ethan bit his lip. Because itd be dangerous for you.
roof turned and ran toward the far edge of the building.
What are you doing with that? Ethan grabbed for the paper,
You dont get it. Someone just died and you saw it before it
happened, Akeela said emphatically, shoving the drawing against
Ethans chest.
Yes, and thats exactly why I dont want you involved in any of
this. Ethan pulled his drawing from Akeelas hand and turned and
walked away as his friend stared after him in bewilderment.
33: Retribution
Rain was coming down in sheets when school let out the next
day. Ethan pulled a musty raincoat out of his locker to wear on the
walk home. It was dark green and felt tight around his shoulders. His
mother had pulled Sam out of school early for a doctors
appointment, so he walked home alone.
Above the rain and the Two Steps From Hell tracks pulsing in his
head, he didnt hear the car pull up alongside him. When he thought
he heard a horn honking, he looked to the street.
A deep purple-colored Jaguar slinked along in the rain beside
him. The driver rolled down the window.
It was Nicolai. Looks like you need a ride, son.
Ethan gave him a dark look. Keep driving.
pocket, Ethan took a closer look at his surroundings. There was a fire
escape on the left side of the alley; there was an overflowing
dumpster down by where the other end of the alley opened onto the
street.
The shadows emerged in the middle of the alley it was two or
three people, Ethan thought. Then he saw it was four.
The Tagram boys, minus their arrested brother. Of course they
knew it was him who had notified the police. How Ethan knew this he
wasnt sure, but it seemed apparent now. He looked over his
shoulder, thinking about making a run back to the road, but then
theyd know he was scared of them. He stepped into the middle of
the alley instead. You all know hes guilty, he called.
Ari told me. Albert smiled with satisfaction. The least you
could have done is called in a tip to the police, he said. Instead, you
let an innocent boy die. Consider this just retribution.
Ethan didnt see the punch coming. He just felt it, slamming into
the side of his face. His head whipped around so fast that he was
sure his neck would snap. Blinding pain lanced through his head. He
staggered backward, sucking in air, and was met with another punch,
this time from behind from one of Alberts brothers.
Ethan tried to stay on his feet, looking for a chance to escape,
but he was surrounded. The punches rained down until he fell
beneath them. He was wet all over and he couldnt tell what was rain
and what was blood. After several vicious kicks to his side, he felt the
crack of his ribs breaking. Pain shot up his side and around his torso.
He rolled over, shielding his side against the wall.
At last, he felt something hard he was still alive enough to
think it was a brick slam into the right side of his forehead. He felt
the skin breaking, the pain arcing through his skull, and his brain
shutting down.
The darkness took him, but as it did, his inner eye opened, as
though a veil had been torn in reality.
Was this death?
He was looking down on his body in the rain-washed alley. There
was blood coming from his head, his side, and his arms. Four
demons hovered around, raining down blows. But now, Ethan didnt
feel the pain.
He focused on a pinprick of light above their heads just a dot,
but as white as snow, brighter than the sun. It grew larger and larger,
like a window to another world. It seemed as though the light in the
34: Patient X
Ethan awakened to a fog in his brain. Slowly, thoughts trickled in.
He was laying on something soft, not the pavement of a rain-soaked
alley. He felt marvelously dry. But there was something thick and
heavy on his right side. Why does my head hurt so bad?
He remembered being beaten up by Alfred and his brothers, but
nothing else. His head throbbed with pain, making him want to go
back to sleep or whatever state he was in before he started to
think about things. He stopped trying to think and focused on getting
back to that sweet, sweet slumber, where his head didnt hurt so.
But what was that annoying beeping sound? He had been
hearing it all along. He wished it would go away, but wishing didnt
appear to work on it, so he opened his eyes.
Turning his head to the source of the sound, he saw a black
screen on a pole. A white line tracked across it, flat at first and then
jumping up into tiny jagged mountains. He was in a hospital.
How did I get here? That wonderment was strong enough to
keep him awake a few moments longer, but as there was no one
around to address the issue, he gradually descended into a sleepy
stillness.
It was then that a door swung open on the other side of the bed,
and a shaft of bright light entered. In the bright light came a man in a
white coat carrying a clipboard.
Youve got three broken ribs, two fractures, bruises all over your
back and arms. Luckily, none of your vital organs were injured. Youll
be in recovery for about six weeks.
Your responses are still sluggish. And it looks like you got hit
over the head with a rock or something. Nasty swelling.
Got beat up, Ethan shrugged, pain sparking along his back
and upper arm as he did so. How did I get here?
I hate to tell you this now, the doctor said. But your mother
was in a car accident.
What? When? Ethan struggled to sit up, but the pain in his side
kept him prone.
Yesterday, she was taking your sister home from the dentist
when she was broadsided. Threw her off the road; car flipped over.
Ethans fist clenched the thin hospital blanket. Is she okay?
Guilt and blame are such useless emotions, a soft voice said
from behind her.
Sam turned. Felicia was standing behind her, a few feet away.
She was wearing high heels, a sepia colored pantsuit, and a silky
pale purple blouse. She looked as if she had just stepped out of
What are you doing here? Sams hands clenched into fists at
her side.
Felicia held out her hand. Give it to your brother and see that its
not. She smiled.
Yes. Mindlessly, Ethan tried to sit up in the bed, but the pain in
his side sapped the strength from his arms and he sagged against
the pillow.
Yes. Ethan gave the officer their names and why they had
attacked him
And what has your relationship been with them in the past?
Were not friends, Ethan said.
Steinbrenner folded his arms and leaned back, squinting at
Man, that rock to your head really did a number on you, Dolce
said.
You think we need to get the SIU on this one? Dolce said,
Ari didnt say anything. She just walked closer to the bed, and
Ethan noticed that she had his backpack slung over her shoulder.
They tried to kill me, he said. At least they didnt steal my stuff.
Ari looked him over, her gaze wincing. Ive had broken ribs
before. Hurts like hell, she said, letting his backpack slide to the floor
by the bedside. Its good you still have your sense of humor. You will
need it. She reached in her pocket and pulled out his phone. People
have been calling you on this.
Ethan took the phone, their fingertips touching for the briefest of
seconds. I suppose you werent nice enough to tell them I hadnt
fallen off the face of the earth, he said.
Ari looked like she was going to say something, but thought
better of it. Her eyes went to the bedside table. Who gave you this?
she said picking up the business card with Jack DeMaalos name and
number on it.
Ari tightened her grip on the katanas hilt and closed the gap
between herself and Felicia. Why would you heal that which you
hate?
Ive done worse, Ari said as she watched Felicia vanish in the
distance. She turned to Keiland, lifting his arm in her hands. Even
now, the wound was closing broken veins reconnecting, flesh
mending, skin rethreading. She let his arm go and looked him in the
eye. What are you still doing here, Keiland?
The color rose in his cheeks as his gaze darted away from hers.
He shoved a hand into his hair and clenched a fist full of strands as
though he were going to pull them right out of his scalp. Ari saw the
muscles in his neck bulge, the way they did when he was working up
a lie. This time, she saved him from it. Hes here isnt he? Braydens
in the city.
Keiland returned his gaze to Ari, ten different kinds of pain
written in his eyes. He nodded once.
for the wide, tree-lined boulevard that ran in front of the hospital. A
mild breeze stirred the leaves, as the afternoon sun cast the whole
street in dancing, dappled shadow. Enough about sad things; lets
move on to the truly morbid. What has Nicolai been up to lately?
Hes not mortal, Ari said. Maybe hes a godling. That would
explain
Keiland put his arm around Aris shoulder and pulled her into a
side hug. You bet.
38: Conclave I
Rion took his seat in the Great Hall of Liliths Children. His
lieutenant, Sadhu, sat beside him. Around them sat a quorum of Jinn
from the Clan Morgana. Spread out on either side of them were the
Jinn, the male descendants of Lilith, ordered according to their clans.
The rows of seats cascaded from near the ceiling of the Great Hall to
the floor.
The middle of the Hall was a clear, wide strip of marble. At one
end were the great wooden double doors. They were closed now. At
the other end of the floor were seven regal high-backed chairs one
for each of the major clans Regents. The chairs were facing a raised
dais, which had a sweep of steps leading up to its platform. On one of
the steps was a waist-high pedestal with a silver bell and a silver
hammer atop it. Upon the dais was the Ivory Throne which had sat
empty for centuries. Behind the Throne, soaring upward to the high
ceiling, was a vertical wall of water as though a lake or a pool had
been turned on its side without any of the water spilling out. Rion
wondered if there was some magic holding up the wall of water or
whether gravity just didnt work the same way in the Dark Kingdom.
Across from where he was seated, on the other side of the open
space, was another series of seats sweeping upward. The succubi
the female offspring of Lilith filled these seats. One column of
seats, as usual, was empty.
Above the seats, windows hewn out of the stone walls of the
chamber opened onto the eternal night of the Dark Kingdom.
Boom boom boom-boom. BOOM! A slow, throbbing
drumbeat began outside the Hall as the great doors were thrust open.
39: Conclave II
You, Starwalker, meddling in the affairs of Liliths Children
once again, Celeste said.
But what if there is now one upon the Earth whose birth
occurred under the same conditions as your exalted Mother, Nicolai
said. He stepped behind the empty throne and trailed his fingers
across the back of the hewn ivory.
where the virge touched the water. The ancient symbol Nicolai drew
hung in the water. They spoke of portals being opened and realms
being crossed, of seizing, and binding, and bringing up. Nicolai drew
the symbols in a square. When the square was complete, the surface
of the water began to tremble slightly at first, and then with greater
impulse. The symbols glimmered and shook until they convulsed all
at once. The square filled with brilliance and became as a window
into another world.
Inside the square of water, a scene became clearer and
clearer. A figure sat with its head bowed, silver hair hiding its face. Its
arms were clasped around its knees which were drawn up to its chin.
The figure was surrounded by evenly spaced vertical iron bars.
Altrial, Nicolai said. The figure in the water window jerked his
head up. He stood up, leaning toward the window as though trying to
peer into the Great Hall. His white shirt was torn and venom was in
his eyes.
A smattering of conversation swept through the Conclave as
they realized that Nicolai was holding a Faerie boy prisoner.
determined. Sixty seasons ago, the stars in Deep Heaven were once
again dancing out the tragedy of Eden. Prominent among them was
the Vendalmha and the changing of places. As in Heaven, so there
must be on Earth. By the hand of the Fair Folk, the wraith of the
Vendalmha was brought forth in the Earth. She is a Changeling, a
sacrifice of the Fair Folk to the battlefield of the middle realm. She
walks the earth as Samantha Elizabeth Eclaan.
Another ripple of conversation spilled through the Great Hall.
Sirra brought her palms down with a loud smack on the armrests of
her seat. One problem, she said. Where is this girl now? How can
we find her and turn her for our purposes?
I see youve taken after your mother. She was wild and an
encumbrance, Celeste snarled. But I taught her to heel, as I shall do
you.
She was reckless. For a hundred and fifty years I have kept
Liliths children safe safe from your mother and the rest of the
witches in Morganas line. Celestes finger curled tight around the
armrests of her chair, ribboned veins standing out in her neck.
40: Sammael
Nicolai summoned Sammael in the same way he had
summoned the Faerie prisoner. Except, this time, the symbols he
drew on the water appeared to speak a language much older and
much more difficult. They spoke of chains and imprisonment, of
blackness, of darkness, of times past, of curses, and forbidden
knowledge. As Nicolai marked the symbols in the surface of the
water, he seemed to be affected by them. The hand with which he
drew the symbols trembled violently. The rings on his fingers began
to glow and burn. Beads of sweat bubbled up along his hairline. He
strained to finish the convoluted mass of writhing letters, now drawing
the figures as if he were etching them into a surface of stone, not
water.
As he finished the last symbol, he fell to the ground, his virge
rolling from his hand. The symbols glowed on the surface of the
vertical pool. Then they shuddered and vanished. The wall of water
turned utterly black. The sound of stone groaning against stone filled
the hall, as though a man were dragging a heavy rock across rocky
terrain. There was a snap, and a rush of cold, dead air swept through
the Hall, snuffing out the torches and lanterns.
In the sudden darkness, Liliths Children had fallen utterly
silent.
An aching, groaning noise began. It sounded as though it were
coming from a great distance away, but it grew steadily louder and
then combined with the noise of heavy chains scraping against stone.
Well, I didnt blast them to wood slivers like I had a mind to,
Sammael said. Would you like to hear what I told them?
Thanks, Amanda said as she sank into her chair and leaned
the crutch against the table. Still havent gotten used to this thing.
Pixie sat in the chair beside Ethans. She flipped his hair back
from his forehead and scrutinized his hairline.
Well, if you and Ethan take the bus now, you should get there
just in time. Amanda looked at Ethan expectantly.
Ethan slurped the sugary milk out of the bottom of the bowl and
stood up. Lets go, he said. At the front door, he pulled a sweater
from the coat rack, put it on, and picked up his backpack.
You kind of are, Mom. You almost fell down the stairs this
morning.
You guys, go, or youre gonna be late for the party, Pixie said.
Looks like were stuck together, Mrs. Eclaan.
Amanda kissed her kids goodbye. Ethan, she said, It is
possible to change the future by the choices you make today.
...
What are you going to do with that? Arioc said. Are you a vigilante
now? Youre going to take my life for Josephs? Is that it?
and slammed into thin air. She raised her hands and pushed,
brows creasing in confusion. She slammed her fist against the
invisible wall and stared in confusion at her hand as it bounced back
forcefully.
Ethan whirled to face Arioc. What have you done? Let her out of
there!
Arioc walked calmly past Ethan.
What are you doing? The image of Sam underwater pulsed behind
Ethans eyes, possibility blending with reality.
Now, you beg, Arioc said, stalking slowly toward Ethan until he
loomed over him. You kneel before me like Im a god. So, I will give
you the answer that God gives humans who ask of Him regarding
and swimming.
Small fish meandered through the water, oblivious to Ethans
desperation.
Finally, with his chest feeling as though it were about to explode,
Ethan shot upward, broke the surface of the water just long enough
to suck in a lungful of air and went back under.
Where is she?
Suffocating.
Drowning.
Dying.
Ethan swam faster, figuring he was at the very center of the lake by
now.
Then he saw her down below and to his right. Her arms were
spread wide, her eyes half shut, her body making no effort against
the water that gave way beneath her and closed above her.
She slipped further into the murky depths.
Ethan dove after her, knowing that she was dead already that it
wouldnt matter what he did.
Something lithe and snake-like shot up out of the darkness at the
bottom of the lake. A tendril of something some water creature
Ethan didnt want to think of. The tentacle slinked around Sams ankle
and tightened like a noose. Another tentacle rose up, curling around
her waist.
No!
With one last stroke, Ethan was able to grab his sisters arm. He
pulled her upward, away from whatever awaited at the bottom of the
lake.
One of the tentacles fell away but the other tightened its grip, yanking
down on Sams ankle.
With fire in his chest, Ethan lashed out with the dagger that he
somehow had managed to hold on to. He sliced through the tentacle
easily, and inky blood billowed into the water.
Ethan kicked away from the cloud of bloody water and reached for
Sam. He wrapped one arm tightly around her and pushed downward
with his free arm.
But he only flailed weakly.
His vision blurred.
His lungs were empty.
He could barely feel now.
Mustering a last reserve of strength, he turned to look at her,
dragging his free arm around to cage her body in, to make sure she
didnt drift away.
He thought of home, his mother and father, and wondered if they
would ever know how their children died.
His eyes fluttered shut as he trained his thoughts on one thing one
last image to fill his mind as he and his sister went the way of all
flesh.
The living room at home. With Mom and Dad there. And Pixie, his
best friend. And Sam safe, and happy, and alive
The pinpricks began all around him, like heated needlepoints against
his skin.
Streaking whiteness behind his eyes.
The rushing heat and the bright white took him. Sucked him in
and spit him out, landing him on something solid and dry. He
gulped in a warm breath and blinked furiously to get the water out of
his eyes. Sam had landed beside him. She was still, and her skin was
white too white.
Come on, Sam. Wake up. Ethan pulled her to a sitting position, and
she responded as if being attacked, flailing her arms and convulsing.
Ethan let her go and she sank forward onto her knees, palms on the
ground, heaving and coughing. She spat up a stream of lake water,
and then sat back, sucking in huge breaths of air. She looked around,
eyes wide, water dripping from her hair. Ethan looked around and
realized they were in their own living room. Then she turned to Ethan,
asking hoarsely, What just happened?
Ethan, who wasnt quite sure himself, pulled Sam into a hug. His
heart was galloping. Hed been certain they were done for. But they
had went up against fate and won. Sam hugged him back tightly.
Ethan realized she was shivering they both were. And they were
soaking wet.
Hurried footsteps sounded from the stairs, and Reagan burst around
the corner into the living room. Kids! He was holding his shotgun. It
was very old, and Ethan had never seen him use it. I heard noises
like someone breaking in.
The heavy clopping of Amandas crutch sounded from the stairway.
When she caught sight of Ethan and Sam, she stumbled over the last
step, but caught herself against the wall. Put that down, she told
Reagan. What happened to you two?
Sam looked at Ethan.
What?Oh, no. Get up here and get out of those wet clothes.
Amanda waved them toward the stairs. And, then, you are going to
tell us everything.
No, Mom, Ethan said as he passed her at the foot of the stairs.
Then you are going to tell me everything.
...
What did he mean, you are going to tell him everything? Reagan
asked when the kids had disappeared into their rooms.
You know what he meant, Amanda said. She suddenly looked tired
and weary.
Oh. Reagan slung the shotgun over his shoulder and scratched his
stubbly beard thoughtfully. Intent on his writing, he often forgot to
shave.
Amanda hugged herself as if cold. Ive been afraid recently that this
day was coming soon, she said. Hes been having those
nightmares again. And Ive seen the things hes been drawing.
What things?
II cant describe it, but theyre so real. Amanda shuddered. And
the way he got beat upSomeones trying to kill our son.
But from what? For how long? Amanda patted her husband on the
arm. Go up to my office and get the file. You know which one.
...
Are you serious? Sam said as she entered Ethans room. He was
sitting on his bed in dry clothes, turning the dagger over in his hands,
peering into the dimly glimmering blade as if to see his reflection.
About what?
What you said to Mom. Sam had showered quickly and was
toweling off her damp and tangled hair.
Yes.
Why now?
Ethan put the knife down on top of the bed. Because you almost
died.
But I didnt. You saved meagain. She sat down beside Ethan.
The last thing I remember was thesethings coming up from the
bottom of the lake. And then I saw you coming, and then I was in
the living room. How did you do that?
I dont know. And thats the problem, Ethan said. There was just
thisthis white light all around and it got very hot. Not, like, burning
hot, but heat that you could feel I dont know how to describe it.
Like the burning bush fire, but nothing gets burnt, Sam said.
Yes, exactly like that, Ethan said, feeling a thrum of excitement.
Did you do anything else? Sam said.
Ethan shook his head. I just was thinking of getting back here
safe And then we were here.
Thats it, Sam said. You think of where you want to be and then
youre there! You can teleportlike Hiro Nakamura!
You have to think really hard. Hiro does like this. Sam squeezed her
eyes shut and scrunched her face in concentration, creating ripples in
her forehead and across the bridge of her nose.
It is, Amanda said. Ethan, we never hid from you the fact that you
were adopted. Its just that you were adopted under unusual
circumstances.
you were not ours forever. That things would happen, and we would
eventually have to give you up. She gave a little laugh. But you
were just a baby. And we fell in love with you our son Her voice
trailed, and she stared off into the kitchen again.
The plan was for us to tell you everything a long time ago, Amanda
continued. We were going to many times. But we kept putting it
off because we knew it meant we couldnt see you as our son
anymore. She looked at Ethan. Do you understand?
Oh. Ethan felt as though the truth had slipped between his
fingertips once again.
The truth, Reagan said, is that we dont know who your real
parents are. He pointed to the Certificate of Adoption. The blackouts
are there, but there was nothing written beneath them. Cecille had to
forge documents so she could travel with you shortly after you were
born, and so we could bring you back to America. We had to pretend
that your real parents didnt, um
Didnt want me? Ethan said, not sure if he were asking a question
or stating a fact.
July 1997
Cafe Angelina, Versailles, France
Maybe shes not coming, Reagan said as he sipped from his third
cup of tea.
Shell be here, Amanda said. But she had already hitched her purse
under her arm and was clutching the strap as she looked out the
window. The sky was grey and a chill breeze brought the promise of
rain later that night. The high walls of nearby buildings and the
imposing corners of the Chteau de Versailles blocked her view of
the setting sun.
Why are we doing this again? Reagan said. This trip was
supposed to be about us.
Cecille. Amanda rose to greet her friend with a hug. Its good to
see you. You seembusy these days.
We havent much time, Cecille said. The Sisters are waiting for me
at the airport.
Youll get it, Cecille said. But you must understand it is a strange
history and difficult to believe.
Reagan chuckled. I believe a good number of strange things, he
said, nodding toward his wife. Shes the one youll have to convince.
Its not just a story, Cecille intoned. Merlin helped three of the
Revenants escape. It is believed he sent them to the New World,
which, at that time, was far from being discovered. There, they hid
their powers. Their children married the natives, and since Revenant
blood is dominant, they kept the line alive. Which brings us to today.
Youre saying someone is still out there trying to kill the Revenants?
Reagan said.
Cecille nodded as her gaze darted out the window again, her lips
pressed into a thin line. But with you, he will be anonymous. At least
he can have something of a normal childhood. But, one day, of
course, he will have to be made aware of his heritage. A Guardian will
come for him. So, you must be willing to give him up.
Amanda reached across the table and took one of Cecilles hands
between her own. You know, Id only even consider this because its
you asking.
Back to Virginia.
To the convent?
Cecille nodded. There is much work to be done.
Still in Versailles
Amanda and Reagan were out of breath by the time they reached the
door of their hotel room. They had run up five flights of stairs since
there was a line waiting for the first floor elevators.
Lets hope they didnt put him on the bed or that hes asleep.
Amanda fished the room key out of her pocket and waved it in front of
the door handle. Click. A green diode blinked once. She shoved the
door open and they hustled inside, leaving the door slightly ajar.
The baby was, in fact, on the bed, and he was not asleep. He was
bathed in the gray evening light from the big window that opened
onto a rainswept sky. He had black hair and steady grey eyes that
turned to meet them as they entered. He was loosely wrapped in a
cornflower blue blanket. On his left wrist, he wore a leather cord with
three wooden beads strung on it.
Amanda exhaled as reality set in. Reagen stood very still, watching
the baby, then he went and sat down on the bed. Amanda scooped
the baby up and sat beside him. Well, she said. The baby watched
them both as if they were curious new things to observe.
Lucky charm, I hope, Reagan said, twisting one of the tiny beads
on the cord. It had a black mark, like a letter in a foreign language,
painted on it.
Just then, the door swung open, the metal handle slamming against
the wall. Reagan and Amanda looked up. A young woman was
standing in the doorway wearing a long, black jacket and tall boots
with block heels. Her dark irises appeared nearly hollow. But the most
startling thing about her was the weapon she brandished a curved
sword with a thick silver blade.
Leave. Cecille pulled two more throwing knives from her arm
sheaths and spun them in her fingers. The Sisters have this building
surrounded. Your people are stretched thin. And you dont want to
further antagonize Celeste.
Rona looked from the baby in Amandas arms to Cecille. And my
daughter?
You know her? Reagan said getting up from the floor, looking
significantly upset.
Our paths have crossed, Cecille said. She came around the side of
the bed to where Amanda was. She examined the damage Ronas
knife had done to the babys bracelet. You should get a new cord for
this. Its the only thing he has from his mother.
They werent trying to kill you, Cecille said pointedly. But Im sorry I
had to use you to draw them out one last time. Its risky, I know. But
Ronas reasonable. You wont have anymore trouble from her. The
faster you get back to the States, the safer youll be.
She said a Guardian would come for you, Reagan said. So, I
guess we just wait.
Ethan stood up. Yeah. Just wait.
Oh, Ethan said, distantly, wondering what would happen to all those
stained glass angels
You coming?
Yeah, yeah. But well probably be the only people there, you know.
...
They were, in fact, not the only people who climbed the steps into the
cathedral that chilly night. They were two of approximately two dozen
who entered from under the starlit sky to participate in a candlelit
service.
I have a funny theory, the rector said. And you can agree with me
or not. But I think buildings, like people, have souls or ghosts, if
you will. Once they are gone, they still linger in our hearts and in
the memories of what was done in those special places.
Ethan and Sam slipped into a pew close to the back. The stained
glass windows soared up on either side of them. Since it was dark out
and the only light from the inside came from candles, the angels
gleamed down dully on the parishioners.
So, yes, the stones of this building will soon be gone, the rector
went on. The beautiful stained glass windows auctioned off for
charity. The foundation pulled up and the ground repaved. A new
structure built over this spot. But the ghost of this building will always
remain, the soul of this building will never fade as long as its memory
exists in your hearts.
Everyone applauded politely.
Youre dismissed. Please feel free to mingle. The doors remain open
till midnight. I cant say what would happen to you if you get locked
inside. The rector thought this was funny and everyone humored
him.
As the attendees rose from their seats, some split off into little
chattering groups and others kept to themselves, solemnly walking
the aisles, gazing up at the stained glass windows.
Sam tapped Ethans shoulder. Dont you know that girl?
Ethan looked to where she was pointing. Ari sat on the other side of
the church, at the end of a pew beneath one of the windows. She
was leaning forward, clutching something in her lap, her body tensed
up as if she were getting ready to jump. No one else seemed to
notice her. Yeah, Ive seen her at school, Ethan said. Were not
exactly friends.
Ari glanced over at them just for an instant and then turned
facing forward as though she didnt want to be disturbed.
Ethan felt it suddenly a cold reaching up from his lower back as
though someone were dragging an ice cube up his spine. His throat
tightened and his vision shifted. Something or someone supernatural
was nearby. Perhaps, even in the building. Before now, he would
have dreaded seeing whatever it was. But now, all he felt was
indifference. This was who he was. He could see things that other
people couldnt. What had Cecille and Rona called it? The demiworld.
He knew more than ever that he was a part of it. He had every right
to walk in the unseen realm as any angel or demon. He wanted to
find out who was nearby. He needed to.
Sam, Ill be right back, Ethan said. He got up and left the pew
without waiting for her reply.
a second row of teeth, sharp and deadly. (Apparently, it was the tree
that had cracked.) The boy scrambled on the ground for his wand-like
object. He found it, pointed it at Ari, and spoke something guttural
that sounded like a command.
Ari, who had been stalking toward him, slammed into an invisible
wall. She stayed on her feet, spinning to the side, seeking the edge of
the force field. Failing to find it, she retreated, snapped an arrow to
her bow, and shot it straight up into the air.
Run away, little angel, the demon taunted from behind his wall.
Run, run away.
Ari watched quietly. The arrow came down on the other side of the
force field, embedding itself in the boys wand arm. He grimaced and
dropped the wand, staggering backward to the ground. Drawing her
sword, Ari darted in and brought the thin, slightly curved blade down
on the wand. It broke in half. But, as it did so, a ball of bright, white
light flared up from it. It looked like a tiny star dying.
The boy ripped the arrow out of his arm and tossed it aside. But
before he could get up, Ari was on top of him, pinning him to the
ground with her sword. Tell me, where does Nicolai keep his
prisoner? she demanded.
Never, the boy rasped. To this end I was made, and for this cause I
came into the world. I only do the will of him who made me. He
raised his free hand and grabbed the blade of Aris sword, clenching
his fist around the sharp edges until dark red blood burbled between
his pale fingers. He opened his palm and slapped Ari in the face,
smearing blood across her cheek.
Ari held her face turned away for a second like a wrestler waiting a
dramatic second before a blow. Ethan could see the blood dripping
from Aris face onto the boys. It made his stomach crawl. Then Ari
lashed out with her free arm, slamming her fist against the boys face.
His head bashed against the ground Ethan imagined it leaving a
small crater there but snapped back up almost instantly. He was
laughing.
Are you done? Ari asked. The boy let out a rattling breath. Ari raised
her sword and brought it down on his neck. Ethan glanced away as
the boys head rolled to one side, exposing his bloody innards, but he
turned back in time to see his body disintegrate, melting into dust.
Before he had time to consider all he had seen, the sound of a single
persons slow applause echoed from beyond Ethans view. A boy
stepped into the clearing. He was tall and lanky with spiky, electric
blue hair that glistened in the moonlight. He wore a sleeveless vest
and had two swords crossed like an X at his back, their hilts sticking
up over his shoulders. His black boots were so polished they shone
in the moonlight.
The new boy clapped once more and clasped his hands together. I
thought for sure you were going to let that cutie live, considering your
weakness for blue-haired boys, he said to Ari who had re-sheathed
her sword and collected her arrow.
Ari twirled the arrow on her fingertips and ignored the boys gibe. Did
you get all that?
Of course, the boy said, bowing slightly. Ancient Latin hymns are
my specialty. Our now-deceased demon friend was mostly quoting
the Dies Irae.
Mostly? Ari stooped down and examined the remains of the wandlike object. She pulled a small rectangular object out of her pocket. It
was roughly the size of an iPhone and appeared to be made of glass
and crystal. She waved it over the ground where the demon had
been drawing or writing. It flashed and made tinkling sounds.
Yes. He changed one key line. The original refers to David and the
Sibylls coming together to witness or bring about the destruction or
the judgment of the world. Latin is always iffy like that.
The nightclub?
The boy nodded. Every demiworld scion in North America is a cardcarrying member. House of Grey, House of White, House of Black,
Faerie ambassadors, Liliths Regents. Ive heard if you want to find
somebody important or find important information, you go there.
Sounds like youre their salesman, Ari said, turning to leave the
clearing.
Theyre lucky to have me, the boy said, following her. Its the best
place for demiworld gossip in the Western Hemisphere. There will be
drinks. There will be music. There will be dancing.
Where did you disappear to? Sam said when he had reached her
side at the front of the church.
But what if it does? Sam said. You dont know. Her emerald eyes
had grown large in the candlelight.
Ethan reached in his pocket and took out the dagger. Youre right,
he said. I dont know how any of this works. The silver-white blade
glowed in the dimness. It was the brightest thing in the room, a deathshaped star. If Mom and Dad are right, one day, I will be gone. And I
dont know what happens after that. But I want you to keep this as a
Before they could figure out what it was, a noise like a whisper caught
their attention and they turned to face it. To their right, out over the
pews, another black curtain dropped from the ceiling.
You cant escape fate, the first masked man said. And neither can
we. It has been foreordained that either you or us will meet death
here tonight. He drew his sword and stepped forward.
Ethan took the dagger. Then its their turn to help. He turned to face
the dark swordsman if he was a man. He was close enough to see
the glint of white in his eyes now. Ethan wondered if he really
believed what he had said about fate. If so, this swordsman was likely
as scared as he was.
But he didnt show it. He raised his sword above his head and
charged.
At the same time, the other six swordsmen, who had been standing
silently where they had descended from the ceiling, rushed toward
Ethan. Two ran on tiptoe across the back of the pews. Two leapt over
the pews from opposite directions toward where Ethan and Sam
stood. Two jumped straight up into the air.
All had swords extended.
Sword blades first two, then three, then four entered Ethans
vision. Silver slices of death, heading straight for his head and his
heart. There was barely any time to react. The swordsmen were fast.
Ethan focused on the sword blade directly in front of his face, waiting
for the moment when it would slice into his skin. He refused to close
his eyes. Strangely, he could feel the pressure of the weapon even
before it touched him.
Then, suddenly, the pressure was gone. There was a noise
a pop like trapped air being released. The sword and the
swordsman were vanishing.
Ethan strained to see in the gloomy church. The swordsman was
disintegrating right in front of him turning into what looked like
particles of dust before his eyes.
Ethan turned. As each of the masked swordsmen brought their
swords down on his head, his neck, his chest, his arms one tried
to swipe his legs out from under him the same thing happened.
A soft pop, and the swordsmen turning to dust.
Ethan stared in mute astonishment as the last swordsman fell to the
ground in a shower of dust. He felt a sharp pain in his right wrist.
Th-theyre dead, Ethan said, unsure what to make of it. What just
?
That is seriously the freakiest thing I have ever seen, Sam said.
Ethan knelt and pressed his fingertips to the ground. Hard particles
sharp and tiny like salt crystals pressed back.
Well, somebody had to be, Sam said as Ethan opened the door.
I hear your implication much louder than your actual words.
The lights on the first floor were off, and Ethan figured his parents
were up in their offices. He flicked on the lamp by the front door
and froze.
The light revealed someone sitting in his fathers chair a girl who
looked to be about twenty years of age. She wore black cargo pants
and a black tank top that left her brown arms bare. Her shoulderlength black hair swished in a halo as she turned to face them. She
was leaning back casually, legs crossed as if it was her house and
she had been expecting them. On the floor beside the chair was a
black duffel bag that looked full. And, in the girls right hand, was one
of those wand-like things Ethan had last seen in the hands of a
demon.
You look surprised, the girl said. What were you expecting?
Ras al Ghul or somebody, Sam muttered.
The girl stood up. Ive already discussed things with your parents.
They knew I was coming. The paperwork has already been prepared
stating that you are transferring to a private school north of Dallas.
So, you expect me to What? Just walk out of here with you?
Ethan said. I dont even know your name.
The Marks on these beads are the names of three angels Senoy,
Sansenoy, and Semangelof, Ember said, twisting the beads around
so the painted side faced up. The black Marks looked glossy in the
lamplight, like tiny, twisted rivers of ink. When Lilith rebelled and left
the Garden of Eden, the Immortal Throne sent these angels to
convince her to come back. They caught up with her at the River
Gihon thats the Nile in Egypt but she refused to return. She
declared war on all of Adams descendants. The best the angels
could do was get her to agree that she and her offspring would spare
the lives of all those who bore their Marks. For the most part, she and
her people have kept the agreement. And you already know what
happens to those who dont.
Ethan remembered the burning sensation he had felt around his wrist
as the swordsmen fell dead. Perhaps the angels names or Marks
had somehow been activated. What Ember was saying seemed
plausible. But he said, Thats an interesting story.
You think I just made all that up? Ember said, her voice tilting
toward annoyed. Ethan detected a faint British accent;
Embers up sounded like ahp.
Ethan took the dagger out of his pocket and handed it to Sam.
Meanwhile, you keep being brave, just like you were tonight. Your
destiny will find you. And I want to be here when it happens. He
hugged her tight, but a sound like lightning seemed to split the living
room.
Ethan and Sam turned to look. Ember was drawing a circle in the air
with her virge. The edges of the circle glowed a brilliant white, lighting
up the room in a fierce glow. A rush of warm air roared into the room,
rustling the curtains and rapidly flipping the pages of the Bible that sat
on the Chinese table. The lamp by the front door tilted dangerously.
The circle crackled and hissed as it spat out white-hot sparks.
Are you trying to set the house on fire? Sam shouted over the rush
of air. She backed up against the wall and shielded her face against
the white light.
Ember didnt look worried.
Its a Portal, Ember shouted. Its how we get to where were going.
Ethan looked into the middle of the circle. All he could see was
swirling light and colors pulsing like rushing clouds. So, I just walk
through there?
51: Summoning
The early November night was chilly. The black waves of the Gulf
crashed against a pale strip of beach. Wind whistled up on the jagged
rocks embedded in the sand drifts.
Felicia, the leader of the Clan Morgana, stood on a rock halfway up a
sand drift. She wore a grey-blue, fur-trimmed cloak that rippled in the
wind. Her raven, who was in a disagreeable mood having been
roused from its sleep late at night, perched on her right shoulder.
Irritated, he kept rustling his feathers and tucking its head under a
wing.
Further up on the sand drift, Rion, the Jinn leader of the Clan
Morgana, stood watchful, sentry-like.
Down on the beach, two more of Liliths Children were present: a
succubus, Dabria, who was bored with the whole Summoning
business and was amusing herself by throwing a trio of daggers in
rapid succession at Sadhu, a Jinn, who stood at the waterline. She
was aiming for his eyes, which were pale green, and stood out in the
grey, black, and dark blue of the night.
You know, Sadhu said, as he caught the daggers and sent them
spinning back, if this is your idea of flirting, it explains why you dont
have a boyfriend.
Yes. Youve had your roll of the dice and lost seven of your own.
Now its my turn. I did warn you to stay out of this.
You dont know what youre playing at, Celeste said, taking a step
closer to Felicia. She seemed to glide over the rough sand.
I cant do any worse than youve done, Felicia said. Im asking you
to step aside. Let it rest.
Let it rest? When your mother told me she had ceased hunting
Revenants, I asked her why, and those were her words. Let it rest.
That was then, Felicia said. Our time had not come. But today is
different. There are Revenants on the Earth, yes. And who says we
have to be their enemies? But there is also one who belongs to
Liliths Children. I have no doubts. You heard what the Starwalker
said.
Celeste smirked. Oh, so you trust Nicolai now?
Not fully, Felicia said. His shadow hasnt been darkening the door
of my bedchamber.
Celeste launched herself at Felicia, seizing her by the neck, the nails
of her thumb and forefinger digging into tender flesh. The raven
squawked and shot into the air. Remember who youre talking to,
girl, Celeste snarled.
Felicia strained to stay upright under Celestes pincer grip. She curled
her fingers around Celestes arm. Their eyes locked, and they held
each others gaze Celestes dark eyes fierce and threatening;
Felicias steady and proud. Finally, Felicia squeezed out a command.
Stand down.
Rion lowered his sword and stepped back.
Dabria dropped her arms to her side, but her daggers quivered in her
twitching hands.
Sadhu released his slingshot and the stone flew
wide, cracking against a rock beyond them on the beach.
Celeste released her grip on Felicias neck, and the clan leader
sucked in a huge breath. She touched her fingers beneath her chin.
You know, I could have ordered them to take your head, she said as
she considered the blood on her fingertips. But I didnt. Thats
something. Her raven swooped around the quartet in a wide circle
and glided onto Felicias shoulder.
Celeste jutted her chin at Rion and Dabria. Are these your
advisers?
What?
You have forty days to bring the girl to Liliths Rock for her testing.
Celeste shook her head. And if this one fails, may the Throne have
mercy on our souls. She stooped down, letting her serpent slither
onto the ground. It made its way across the rocks and the sand.
There was a snap in the air, and Celeste was gone.
Rion, Felicia said. The Guardian has taken the Revenant to her
fortress. You know what to do.
Nigh impossible, Rion said. You know they only see the shadow of
a fallen Watcher and our rebel Mother when they look at us. They see
us as devils nothing more.