Shadowfever
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Mom and Dad took one look at Barrons and me and decided to go back to Chesters. Ive got the smartest, coolest parents. Barrons and I went back to the bookstore, straight to bed. Wed gotten out only when near starvation had forced us.
The finale hadnt been perfect and certainly not what Id expected last fall, when we were making our desperate plans to keep the walls up between the realms of Fae and man.
The Sinsar Dubh had been destroyed.
But in the way of Fae things, another had come into being.
The sidhe-seers were furious that theyd been left in charge of the new one, but its hard to argue with an absentee king.
Kat had stepped up to the plate, taking over for Rowena, agreeing to lead until the abbey was cleared of Shades and their numbers were partially restored, at which time they would revert to a democratic vote and rebuild the Haven.
I intended to snag a spot in that inner sanctum, where I would lobby for significant changesfirst and foremost that we permanently and irrevocably seal the cavern where the Sinsar Dubh was currently frozen in its much-too-exquisite temptation. Line it with iron. Pump it full of concrete.
The Keltar had returned to Scotland, taking Christian with them, but none of us believed wed seen the last of them.
Before Halloween, wed all thought life might one day get back to normal. Those days were gone forever.
Wed lost nearly half the worlds populationmore than three billion people dead.
The walls were down and I was pretty sure theyd stay that way, with no queen and no one to lead the Seelie. I had no doubt the king was on extended sabbatical.
Jayne and his men were out in force, kicking ass, hell-bent on emptying the streets of Unseelie and the skies of Hunters. I planned to talk to him about that. I wondered if we might be able to negotiate a treaty with the Hunters. I didnt like the thought of KVruck being shot at.
Kat had connected with Post Haste, Inc.s international branches. She told me that Dark Zones abounded around the world, but Danis Shade-Buster recipe had been translated into virtually every language and manufacturing MacHalos was a booming business. In certain parts of the world, you could trade one for a cow. There were millions of surplus houses, cars, electronics, all the things I used to dream about one day owning, lying around out there for the taking. And all I could think was that I might cheerfully give up Barrons 911 Porsche turbo for a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
IFPs were drifting around like small tornados, but Ryodan and his men knew a way to tether them and had begun weeding the worst out of the city. Not because he cared, Ryodan had informed me coolly, but because they werent good for business.
Chesters was rocking like never before. Today when I was out running errands, some chick had actuallychirped, See you in Faery! As if she was saying, Dude, have a good day.
It was a strange new world.
The war was on, but it was a subdued war. Seelie and Unseelie were fighting each other but keeping it quiet for now, as if they werent sure what we might do if they messed up any more of our world and they werent ready to find out.
Yet.
The only good Fae is a dead Fae, in my book. PS: Hunters arent Fae.
The power was still down in most places. Generators were hot commodities. The cell towers didnt workBarrons and his mens phones the mysterious exceptions. The Internet had crashed months ago. Some people were talking about maybe not restoring things to the way they were, going in a new direction that was a little less plugged in. I imagined thered be a lot of different schools of thought, with enclaves springing up here and there, each espousing their own philosophy and social order.
I had no idea where the future was headed.
But I was glad to be alive and couldnt think of anywhere Id rather be than here and now, watching it all unfold.
I felt like Barrons: Id never get enough of living.
Only yesterday, Ryodans men had finally located Tellie, and Id gotten to speak with her briefly on Barrons cell phone. She told me Isla OConnor really was pregnant with me the night the Book escaped. I had been born. I did have a biological mother. Tellie was on her way here to give me the whole story, would be arriving in a few days.
My parents were healthy and happy. The bad guys bit it and the good guys won the day. This time around.
It was a wonderful life.
With a single painful exception.
There was a child behind my bookstore, beneath the garage, and he was in agony every second he lived.
And there was a father who hadnt said a word to me about him or the spell since wed left the cavern beneath the abbey.
I didnt have the faintest idea why. Id expected him to demand the spell of unmaking the moment we got back to the bookstore. It was what hed existed for, been hunting for an eternity.
But he hadnt, and with each passing day I grew to dread my inevitable confession more. The lie loomed larger, seemed increasingly impossible to retract.
I would never forget the hope in his eyes. The joy in his smile.
Id put it there. With a lie.
He was never going to forgive me when he found me out.
You can still do it
I squeezed my eyes shut.
That insidious voice had been torturing me ever since wed left the abbey: the Sinsar Dubh. I couldnt decide if it was a memory of what it had said to me when it tempted me to embrace itor a reality that was actually inside me.
The finale hadnt been perfect and certainly not what Id expected last fall, when we were making our desperate plans to keep the walls up between the realms of Fae and man.
The Sinsar Dubh had been destroyed.
But in the way of Fae things, another had come into being.
The sidhe-seers were furious that theyd been left in charge of the new one, but its hard to argue with an absentee king.
Kat had stepped up to the plate, taking over for Rowena, agreeing to lead until the abbey was cleared of Shades and their numbers were partially restored, at which time they would revert to a democratic vote and rebuild the Haven.
I intended to snag a spot in that inner sanctum, where I would lobby for significant changesfirst and foremost that we permanently and irrevocably seal the cavern where the Sinsar Dubh was currently frozen in its much-too-exquisite temptation. Line it with iron. Pump it full of concrete.
The Keltar had returned to Scotland, taking Christian with them, but none of us believed wed seen the last of them.
Before Halloween, wed all thought life might one day get back to normal. Those days were gone forever.
Wed lost nearly half the worlds populationmore than three billion people dead.
The walls were down and I was pretty sure theyd stay that way, with no queen and no one to lead the Seelie. I had no doubt the king was on extended sabbatical.
Jayne and his men were out in force, kicking ass, hell-bent on emptying the streets of Unseelie and the skies of Hunters. I planned to talk to him about that. I wondered if we might be able to negotiate a treaty with the Hunters. I didnt like the thought of KVruck being shot at.
Kat had connected with Post Haste, Inc.s international branches. She told me that Dark Zones abounded around the world, but Danis Shade-Buster recipe had been translated into virtually every language and manufacturing MacHalos was a booming business. In certain parts of the world, you could trade one for a cow. There were millions of surplus houses, cars, electronics, all the things I used to dream about one day owning, lying around out there for the taking. And all I could think was that I might cheerfully give up Barrons 911 Porsche turbo for a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
IFPs were drifting around like small tornados, but Ryodan and his men knew a way to tether them and had begun weeding the worst out of the city. Not because he cared, Ryodan had informed me coolly, but because they werent good for business.
Chesters was rocking like never before. Today when I was out running errands, some chick had actuallychirped, See you in Faery! As if she was saying, Dude, have a good day.
It was a strange new world.
The war was on, but it was a subdued war. Seelie and Unseelie were fighting each other but keeping it quiet for now, as if they werent sure what we might do if they messed up any more of our world and they werent ready to find out.
Yet.
The only good Fae is a dead Fae, in my book. PS: Hunters arent Fae.
The power was still down in most places. Generators were hot commodities. The cell towers didnt workBarrons and his mens phones the mysterious exceptions. The Internet had crashed months ago. Some people were talking about maybe not restoring things to the way they were, going in a new direction that was a little less plugged in. I imagined thered be a lot of different schools of thought, with enclaves springing up here and there, each espousing their own philosophy and social order.
I had no idea where the future was headed.
But I was glad to be alive and couldnt think of anywhere Id rather be than here and now, watching it all unfold.
I felt like Barrons: Id never get enough of living.
Only yesterday, Ryodans men had finally located Tellie, and Id gotten to speak with her briefly on Barrons cell phone. She told me Isla OConnor really was pregnant with me the night the Book escaped. I had been born. I did have a biological mother. Tellie was on her way here to give me the whole story, would be arriving in a few days.
My parents were healthy and happy. The bad guys bit it and the good guys won the day. This time around.
It was a wonderful life.
With a single painful exception.
There was a child behind my bookstore, beneath the garage, and he was in agony every second he lived.
And there was a father who hadnt said a word to me about him or the spell since wed left the cavern beneath the abbey.
I didnt have the faintest idea why. Id expected him to demand the spell of unmaking the moment we got back to the bookstore. It was what hed existed for, been hunting for an eternity.
But he hadnt, and with each passing day I grew to dread my inevitable confession more. The lie loomed larger, seemed increasingly impossible to retract.
I would never forget the hope in his eyes. The joy in his smile.
Id put it there. With a lie.
He was never going to forgive me when he found me out.
You can still do it
I squeezed my eyes shut.
That insidious voice had been torturing me ever since wed left the abbey: the Sinsar Dubh. I couldnt decide if it was a memory of what it had said to me when it tempted me to embrace itor a reality that was actually inside me.
