With the main house cleaned up, the group moved off to the crypt to clean up the evidence of the battle there. Hugo pointed out that it didn’t matter because if the restoration experts got far, they would find the other inconsistencies. Which would cause even more awkward questions.
Larin agreed, and he offered the option of removing the containers that housed other things that they wouldn’t want to be freed. The idea, they would toss the containers into the portal without a destination. Effectively abandoning them to the abyss between portals.
So instead of removing corpses and gore. The group scoured the crypt’s many spaces for the odd little containers. While doing this Angelica discovered a sealed niche that unlike others with their
Exhausted as they were, the packing didn’t start until the next morning and lasted several days. The reason for this was it took longer to come up with wills and letters tying up loose ends with people and businesses. They would not send many until it became apparent that they would not be returning. Evan’s name needed to be transferred to other things so that he could maintain things for himself. During that time, Evan’s wife contacted him through a lawyer insisting on proceeding with a divorce. He informed her lawyer that he’d have his legal representation contact him soon. That he would like to proceed with removing her from his life and his legal representation would handle the negotiations from then on. Evan didn’t need her coming back into his life and making a mess of it. She’d never understood how his life changed in the m
PrologueEight Years Earlier–Helencia Gardens Estate–Great Aunt Esme’s Home Evan and Gemma felt bored in the old nursery. It rained the entire day so they couldn’t play in the garden. They found themselves trapped inside their Great Aunt’s rambling home with its old lamps and rickety pipes. Usually, Aunt Esme would say, the sun was too bright to be wasted they needed to go out and play. This wasn’t one of those days. Today, they explored the house. “Okay, we’ve explored everywhere,
Modern Day–Travel Agency Satellite Office Gemma Conlin and her best friend, Becky Davis, sat in the tiny airless office. Most of the lights were off in a failed attempt to lower the temperature in the room. The air conditioning failed again. “So, Pinky, what are we going to do after work?” Becky mimicked a cartoon character in an attempt at levity. “It’s too hot to take over the world. How about we just go grab a drink and chill at home?” Gemma half-heartedly smiled, while lethargically tapping on her keyboard. There
The next morning, the two girls walked to the lawyer’s office. As expected, they entered the waiting room lobby of the law firm to find a frosty reception from Gemma’s family. They were all there for the money, but no one wanted to share or deal with anyone else. Evan and his wife, Sara, stood in a corner. “Clearly, something’s wrong in paradise,” Becky whispered from behind Gemma. The girls never got along well with Sara. Partly because of what she was doing right now. She was in the midst of telling Evan what he should do and how to do it. Long ago, Gemma discovered Sara acted like this when money became involved. “Well, that’s all the money-grubbing relatives.” &n
Gemma and Becky held back as the rest of her family left. Only Gemma’s brother and John made it a point to say goodbye to Gemma before they left. Uncle John wasn’t happy that she’d agreed and would waste all the resources and the workman’s time. He warned her it wouldn’t turn out well for her or the estate. Sell it to the city or to a private corporation. The family would benefit from its sale in the long run. Mr. Winters took the two women into his private office to continue their meeting. “Now, Gemma. Your inheritance will stay for now at the estate. Currently, the work being done in the house is too great for anyone to stay there. But the servants’ cottage is available to move into. It will need a little further work, but nothing you can’t handle. It’s mostly sorting through years of clutter and keep
“Kevin, shut up for a minute and listen. It’s fine. Just send us our severance pay and we’ll call it a day. No, it doesn’t matter. Because we were going to quit, anyway. No, that does not mean we can date. No, Becky isn’t available either. Goodbye Kevin and don’t call again.” Gemma disconnected the call and looked at Becky. “That was nasty. Thanks for dealing with him, hon. He’s so creepy.” Becky bubble wrapped an empty mason jar. “Yeah, I’m calling to reroute our mail right now. I don’t trust him not to track us down and stalk us. At least he won’t find us here tomorrow if he comes around.”&n
Sure enough, Gemma and Becky woke up to several large burly men at their door, which meant they needed to scramble to get ready and finish the last-minute packing. The men were patient and went for coffee while they got ready. After all, the men were ahead of schedule. Once dressed and the last of the packing done. Gemma packed the new car that arrived the day before. Becky minded the movers and the closing walk-through with their landlord. Gemma went for breakfast for them and returned in time to see the moving truck head out, and Becky waiting on the curb for her. She jumped into the car, and they sped off towards their new home. “Glad you got here when you did. I thi
It took hours to unpack everything from the truck and more time to get Professor Digby to leave. Night fell while Gemma and Becky focused back on the items hidden within Gemma’s bag. “I’ve not been able to get my mind off the mirror. You really hit it hard on the railing. I hope it’s not broken further.” “I’m glad I have heard no scrapping of glass. So, I don’t think it dislodged the glass.” Sitting at the kitchen table in the old servants’ cottage, they carefully opened her bag and pulled the items out. Laying them down, the mirror looked no worse for wear and both women sighed in relief at that. The book, however.
Exhausted as they were, the packing didn’t start until the next morning and lasted several days. The reason for this was it took longer to come up with wills and letters tying up loose ends with people and businesses. They would not send many until it became apparent that they would not be returning. Evan’s name needed to be transferred to other things so that he could maintain things for himself. During that time, Evan’s wife contacted him through a lawyer insisting on proceeding with a divorce. He informed her lawyer that he’d have his legal representation contact him soon. That he would like to proceed with removing her from his life and his legal representation would handle the negotiations from then on. Evan didn’t need her coming back into his life and making a mess of it. She’d never understood how his life changed in the m
With the main house cleaned up, the group moved off to the crypt to clean up the evidence of the battle there. Hugo pointed out that it didn’t matter because if the restoration experts got far, they would find the other inconsistencies. Which would cause even more awkward questions. Larin agreed, and he offered the option of removing the containers that housed other things that they wouldn’t want to be freed. The idea, they would toss the containers into the portal without a destination. Effectively abandoning them to the abyss between portals. So instead of removing corpses and gore. The group scoured the crypt’s many spaces for the odd little containers. While doing this Angelica discovered a sealed niche that unlike others with their
“Are you ready for what comes next?” Larin asked from where he sat on a low wall watching the fire. His arms and ankles crossed. Gemma moved to sit beside Larin and watched him for a time before she turned to look at the fire. “If what I’ve seen in the last few days is real, do I have much choice?” “There’s always a choice, but the consequences will always follow. It’s the consequences you need to think about if you haven’t decided.” “It’s not that I’m not choosing to go. I’m worried about what happens on the other side. My aunt and others never came back, and I don’t know why. Did they
It was nearly dark by the time the men hauled the corpses from the different spaces. With them now deep in the back by the smokehouse. They dealt with them. With the number of corpses, they decided it would be better to make it appear like a brush fire accident. If the fire department somehow discovered this fire, it would appear like a brush fire rather than a deliberate one. The corpses of Fear Mongers were vague and burned quickly. But, since the estate was so far off the beaten track, the chances of the fire being noticed weren’t very high. The women stayed behind and worked on cleaning up the attic. It is the most easily found location made it the priority. Then they’d deal with the tunnel in the basement. They still debated whether the crypt needed to be cleaned at all. After all, there were corpses down there. Who
Larin and Hugo pulled several weapons from their hiding places that they thought the others could handle after a brief training session. The technique could come later, but survival was more important. With the weapons hauled out, Hugo took it upon himself to use the lab as space to clean and maintain the weapons. The others filed out to do the last thing on their list. With fresh eyes, they went in search of the images from the ceilings. What secrets lay above everyone’s heads? They figured out the ceilings in question were the sitting room, study/library, and dining room. Each room depicted a battle of sorts. The study’s displayed the fleeing of many creatures,
After several minutes passed, the glow faded, and Angelica looked up. “You’re in luck. Whoever wrote this journal didn’t use magic on it? Which means you are one lucky guy. Your backside is in the clear.” Evan noticeably sighed with his relief, then rushed over to open the book. “Oh, great, it’s not in English. Actually, I’m not sure what it’s in.” Becky moved over to look at the chicken scratches on the pages. “Looks like code or shorthand. Not surprising. Many scientists choose to do that or dictate voice recordings to make notes. It’s faster.” “Lovely more research and translation. Just what we n
Gemma watched Larin step into the soft glow coming from inside the staircase. He soon disappeared down as the circular staircase turned around on itself. Hugo followed Larin. The small width of the staircase cramped the men and Gemma assumed the two could not fight in such short quarters. A moment later, Larin’s voice rang out from somewhere below. “It’s all clear. They warded this place up tighter than any place I know. Everyone can come down, but be careful and don’t wander or touch anything. We don’t know whether they warded anything with a curse or trap of some sort.” “Well, that’s a comforting thought. Don’t touch it or it might explode in your hand or kill you.” it did not impress as much Becky as Gemma thought she would be.
Finally, the small group began their search. Clearly, the entrance was not as easy to discover as the one in the basement. Gemma thought perhaps there was no secret room. They spent a lot more time searching for the entrance, to no avail. No one discovered anything out of place. The walls appeared solid. There were no odd cracks between the stones that might outline a door. Fancy trim, creatively hidden as a wood panel no wooden door. “Okay, this is ridiculous. The door isn’t here. We’ve looked everywhere for all entrances.” Evan sat down on a trunk. “We know there’s a room right there. The measurements of this room prove that.” Becky stated the fact, which was obvious to everyone. “I agree we’ve chec
Gemma and Evan paced the basement floor while trying to listen for sounds from the tunnel. The two men only left them minutes before this for a destination that no one knew how far it was. Gemma’s only consolation currently was she heard no sounds of falling or fighting. “We need to know where that goes and where those things went.” Becky shook her hands as the tension got to her. “Why am I waiting for the other shoe to drop?” “Because at every turn, so far the other shoe has dropped. I’m hoping that we’ll run out of shoes.” Gemma responded to her friend’s comment dryly. “I just want some good news. How are we to get these things done with all this looming over our heads? It’s not like we can tell the restoration people they can’t work right now because we