Book Ten: First PlaneSnow slid down the back of my jacket, but I didn't care. I was having too much fun swishing my arms and legs back and forth while my little sister, Meira, did the same beside me. The sound of her giggling warmed me up enough the bit of a cold trickle down my neck sneaking past the collar of my coat and knit scarf didn't bother me so much.I squinted up into the bright sunlight as Liam bent over me, mittened hands on his knees, a huge smile on his face. Green glints danced in his hazel eyes, blonde hair sticking out from under his hat.I accepted his hand and let him pull me to my feet, turning to observe my handiwork. A perfectly formed-if I do say so myself-snow angel imprinted the crisp white of the park behind town hall, joined by a second as Liam leaned in sideways and practically scooped Meira up from the ground. The floppy red pom-pom on the top of her multi-colored toque bobbed to one side as she cast a critical eye over what she'd made."Mine's cuter
I grabbed Meira's hand, feeling Charlotte rush forward to my side as I turned to her. "The veil."She nodded quickly and took my other before I pulled open the barrier between planes and rode it home. I loved the freedom of riding the veil between planes, the rubbery surface welcoming me as always. Not only was it fun and exhilarating, it meant we were saved running for five minutes through slush, instead dumped a heartbeat later into our very toasty kitchen and Dad's arms.Not a moment to waste. At least Mom had brought his effigy home with her from Harvard for the holidays instead of leaving him alone there. He used to visit more often, now that he had his new and improved diamond statue to feed him energy. But those frequent trips from Demonicon to us had tapered off again. I could only guess he was busy because of his responsibilities as a Demon Prince of the Second Plane, a promotion he'd acquired since Sassy, my demon cat sans demon boy, almost died to give Dad the power to cro
I have no idea what I was thinking as I finally pulled myself together enough to finish dressing. All I knew was my temper was rising and I needed to vent.How dare Quaid reach for me after all this time, be nice, sweet even, worry about me? Treat me like there might still be something between us, hug me for goodness sakes? Twice? I wanted to be mad, to rage to someone about his absolute arrogance and could only think of one person who would listen to me in this shape.Liam came right to the entry of the cavern as I stormed my way through the shields and he just stood there, his mouth open a little, eyes wide as I dove right into what became a ten-minute rant about Quaid and what a jerk he was."... arrogant, bossy, over bearing, how dare he think he can just contact me and everything's all freaking okay and crap? Because it's not okay, not even a little bit, him and his high and mighty jerkathonabration of three whole months being a total ass not even giving me the time of day, fla
I took the slow way home, choosing to huddle inside my jacket in the dark, the sparkling lights of the corner trees doing little to elevate my mood. I could have simply rode the veil home again, but like my stomping trip to town hall, I needed the drawn-out foot dragging on my way back just as much.My boot caught a clump of snow, now brown from the many car tires splashing old dirt and salt from the roadway to coat the sidewalk in ugly slush. Kind of ruined the pretty, pristine whiteness I loved.No metaphors there or anything.The house was quiet when I walked in, cheeks cold and hands stuffed in my pockets since I'd forgotten my gloves when I stormed out earlier. I still felt Dad downstairs, but knew I'd be spending lots of time with him in the very near future and decided to let Mom have his sole company for the evening.Besides, they didn't need my mood dragging them down.I'd made a promise to myself not to wallow, not to doubt myself anymore, and for the most part I was doi
I had just set one stumbling foot on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing sleepily at my face after a night of tossing and turning, when my progress was suddenly blocked by a very cranky old lady. Gram grasped the railing with one hand, putting herself in my way so I had to stop and take what she was about to dish out."Listen to me, girl," she said, voice almost a hiss as her blue eyes trapped me with their intensity, no longer the faded color I was used to, but flooded with magic. "If you let anything happen to yourself over there, I'm bringing you back from the dead and kicking your skinny ass."Her whole body shook, lips turned down into a frown so deep her mouth almost disappeared completely in the folds of her wrinkles. I'd never seen her so upset.No, not upset.Afraid.I reached out and hugged her, pulling her resisting and stiffened body against me, feeling the boniness of her through her pink fluffy housecoat, how she trembled, a relentless statue of anxiety.
I'd crossed enough times I was used to the falling feeling in the pit of my stomach, the way everything wobbled slightly as my feet found solid ground again. At least I didn't have to pitch forward onto my hands and knees and puke this time.That would have sucked. Not because I cared if Theridialis saw me throw up. He'd been my main witness the first time it happened. But because his tower laboratory wasn't as empty as the previous times I'd visited.Meira wobbled next to me, but Dad's firm grip on her saved her from a face-plant. Damn, hadn't I warned her? Maybe. I guess there was no real way to adequately explain the experience. One had to go through it personally. I was pretty impressed she was upright and a little jealous, to be honest.All of those thoughts flickered and fluttered through my mind as I tried to grasp the large group of what looked like guardsmen and the tall, slender female demon standing next to Theridialis. Sassy's father looked rather uncomfortable even as t
The dress was... ugly. All kinds of butt ugly, in my honest opinion. Like anyone else cared about what I thought. Especially Pagomaris who instead just went into demonic raptures over both Meira and I. Dressed like twins. In what felt and looked like patent leather cut out in really uncomfortable places with some kind of steel mesh. Like, awkward and embarrassing places. I kept jerking down on the bodice in an effort to hide a little more of my chest. It seemed demon fashion was more about what you showed than what you didn't.At least all the really important bits were covered. Especially in Meira's case. No way was I letting the over-enthusiastic aide turn my little sister into some kind of child porn star.Hopefully I wasn't the only one. But from Dad's scowl and constant pacing, he was just pissed off in general. Fair enough.The platform boots felt like the softest silk on the inside and I had to admit were very comfortable. Tottering around six inches above the ground? Not so
Pagomaris strode forward, in the lead for the first time since we stepped off the platform below, and genuflected so deeply to the thrones before her I'm positive her nose touched the stone. She then turned and smiled at me, body vibrating with joy."Bow now before our High and Noble Rulers," she said in a voice throbbing with emotion. "His Royal Highness, Prince Vandelarius, Ruler of the Second Seat, Demon Lord of Milanseme, Carrier of the Sacred Shroud, Lord Master General of the Guard..."She went on so long I felt my brain going numb.I know, Sassy sent. Tiresome, aren't they? Your grandmother's titles could fill a thousand paged book, so get that glaze out of your eyes and listen up.Smartass cat.Pagomaris finally wound down, adding one last title about a Glorious Chalice of something or another before she turned and bowed herself to the demon on the smaller throne.It sat just below my grandmother's, to the left side, not quite as grand. In it slumped a portly demon who ap