Mom's reaction was as expected.What the bloody hell were they thinking? I could feel her jerking back her covers, stomping out of bed and to her office, mind splitting as she reached for the Council. Syd, this is a disaster. If the Brotherhood has access to sensitive Steam Union information, they could be at great risk for attack, even now. How much do those kids know?From what Piers implied, enough.Mom cursed.I know. My anger had mostly burned out, hers making me tired. But we can't just leave them there.Why not, if their foolishness has already given up their people? Her growl of fury turned to a sigh. Damn that boy, she sent. I'm so glad you didn't marry him, Syd. I just couldn't take two of you in my family.Snort. Thanks, Mom, I sent.She laughed, breathless, sinking into her chair behind her desk. I'll alert Eva Southway, she sent.Appreciate it, I sent. As much as I didn't want to tell you, I really wasn't looking forward to that particular conversation.Thanks. Mo
Ahbi released us at the base of the prison tower, the bottom of the steps a familiar sight I'd climbed twice and, hopefully, would never have to again.My thighs trembled at the memory of all those stairs.Quaid grinned at me for my choice."Perfect," he said, speaking in a whisper and, for the first time, I remembered using mental connections and any magic, really, would trigger the stronghold's protective magic. Not to hurt us or anything, at least not here, from what Gram told me. But would trigger warnings of the Brotherhood we were around. The veil was different, the power contained inside it, so riding it wasn't an issue. But any overt, outward magic could create some serious problems.Good thing one of us was thinking."I thought so," I whispered back. "Didn't think there'd be much activity here." At least, hoped. Who knew if the Brotherhood thought some back way into the prison tower was important just because the Enforcers hadn't?Piers's face screwed up in a desperate s
I may not have been running, but I still beat up the heavy bag on an almost daily basis, my fighting skills much improved thanks to my martial arts training with my normal instructor, Sage. I think he would have been proud of me as I leaped out of hiding and headed for my target, Brotherhood Goon #1, taking the tall, heavy-shouldered man full in the chest with both feet. He crashed backward into the door, head hitting stone with the hollow sound of a rotten gourd being smashed and collapsed where he stood, whites of his eyes showing.Boo-ya.Quaid made short work of his little playmate, Brotherhood Goon #2 hitting the ground about a second after my target lost his touch with reality. But I could hear shouting from behind me and knew time was short.When wasn't it?The cell door crashed open with an echoing bang, the metal and wood impacting rock so loudly the four Brotherhood sorcerers inside actually jumped from the sound. I was already moving, attacking one with an uppercut, maki
Ahbi's power engulfed me, her panic as powerful as mine, mixed with so much rage I felt my skin crackle under the fire of her fury even as she dumped me out the other side with a flare of warning.I flew out of the gap on the Demonicon side, body bursting into full demon form, my maji power crackling. I was already pissed off, scared and full of hate. If Ameline found a way to come at my sister anyway, I didn't care if all the planes fell.I'd kill her with my bare hands.And then go back and save Quaid and the Zornovs.I had one second to see my sister fighting off a pack of attackers, a roar of absolute rage shaking my entire body as my demon's fire blazed around me, shoving down my other egos in her need to reach Meira.The next second, I felt the dull numbness of impact against the back of my skull and fell, screaming my fury, into darkness.***Pain registered first, flaring like a volcano before ebbing backward as my spirit power healed me. Groggy, twinging with the remain
"Hang on," I said, hand still engulfed in his. "The Creator made the maji who formed the planes."A rumbling song rang from the gathered dragons."They would have you believe so," Max said. "It was Creator's desire they be responsible for the formation of life. But we, Creator made and set free."Random. My brain sizzled with further connections. "The wild magicks," I said, thinking of the tumbling, happy threads I'd freed from the Brotherhood, the same power that warned me about the sorcerers' takeover of the stronghold.Max nodded as the song softened, my skin no longer crawling from the push of their power. "Our souls," he said. "What remains of us when we are done in physical form."Oh. My. Swearword. "Those ribbons?" The flittering butterfly-like magic I'd carried with me as they grieved. "Drach souls?"Max's laugh was nothing like his spoken voice, reaching inside me, in harmony with my very spirit, making me smile, too."Their freedom was our trigger," he said. "We've bee
Meira activated the lift, the elevator rising toward the top of the Seat. I tried not to look down, though the one glimpse I had was of a ragged shoreline and a vast expanse of black water. We had to be on the other side of the mountain from the Parade and Ostrogotho.The platform came to a halt not quite at the top."This way," Meira said, stalking off on her giant boots, horns catching the light as she stomped her way down the polished stone corridor, torn robes flaring out behind her. I followed, Max beside me, the slowly rousing kidnapper in his hand. I glanced back over my shoulder at the other two unconscious demons still lying on the platform and almost asked Meira what she wanted to do about them.Held my tongue. The mood she was in, they'd be following their friend over the edge. Besides, I had no doubt she would prefer to track them down at her leisure and show them just how disappointed she was in their behavior.Hoped they knew how to run.I'd clearly not done enough e
Zero hesitation.Endless fury. No doubt.I dove through the veil after my sister's magic, my power already reaching out to squeeze the life from Ameline Benoit. Peripherally, I felt Max traveling with me, his magic humming through the veil with equal rage, the pair of us leaping out into my basement as I raised a hammer blow of maji power to crush the thieving bitch like a bug.Only to pull up short at the fact she wasn't alone.Not by a long shot.Iepa stood beside her, face a mask of misery. My maji guide/backstabbing pain the tuckus hovered there, barely able to meet my gaze, her eyes brimming with tears. And that wasn't all, of course it wasn't. Ameline's own little fairy godfather, the dark maji Trinol, waited on her other side, night-black skin shining in the glow of Demonicon on the other side of the veil tear.What. The. Freaking. Hell.They weren't looking at me, neither of the maji. In fact, the moment I touched down, Iepa's tearful face flashed with hope while Trino
Was it wrong I felt suddenly stunned, as though someone hit me on the head again?"Is it time, then?" I met Iepa's eyes, stunned to think this could be over very soon. Which meant rescuing Quaid and the Zornovs would have to wait.But every minute ticking by with them in Belaisle's hands could mean their death. Maybe not Trill and her brothers, not if he thought he needed them. But Quaid was a liability.Yes, I worried about him. A lot. Sue me for still caring.The quick shake of Iepa's head, her glance sideways at Trinol, unclenched the knot in my gut a fraction. "Not yet," she said. "There is still another to find before the prophecy can be complete."Cool. Enough time to make the daring rescue so I could focus.Ameline spun on the two maji, her anger flaring once again. Made me wonder how much influence Ahbi had over her and if it was my grandmother's temper showing."Prophecy." She spit the word at them both, magic swirling around her. "I am the Dark One and I will fulfill m