Darklands

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  “We’ll be right with you,” I said. He bowed and shut the door. I turned to Kane. Back to the business at hand. “Arawn wasn’t happy about my deal with the Night Hag. We’d better negotiate with him now, so he’ll let you take out whatever you promised her. ”

  He shook his head. “Not necessary. She didn’t ask me for anything like that. ”

  “Then what was her price?”

  “Nothing I can’t pay. ” He put his arm around me and steered me toward the door. “But never mind that now. Let’s go kill the Destroyer so you can come home. ”

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  ARAWN’S VAST ARMORY FILLED A STONE-WALLED ROOM THE size of a small warehouse. I picked out three bronze-bladed throwing knives. They were enough. I had Darkblaze and didn’t want to be weighed down as we chased the Destroyer. Kane is no swordsman, but he chose a couple of knives and a wicked-looking bronze ax. Ax fighting doesn’t take a lot of finesse, and he had the strength to make each blow count.

  Arawn waited for us at a table near the armory’s doorway. The king seemed tense, angry, but that wasn’t surprising with an out-of-control Hellion ravaging his kingdom. He’d spread out a map of his realm, Difethwr’s path of destruction marked in red. The line zigzagged across the map like a jagged scar. From Tywyll, the Hellion had gone south, and most recently was reported west of the city.

  “Where’s the border with Uffern?” I asked.

  “Here. ” Arawn pointed to the section marked Hellsmoor. “In the north. Most of the region is swampland, but a steep mountain range marks the border itself. ” He traced a finger along the edge of the map. Beyond the mountain range was a sea of flames.

  That was where I wanted Difethwr. At the edge of the Darklands, far from the Ordinary. If I couldn’t kill the Hellion, I’d do my best to drive it back to Hell.

  But I had every intention of killing it.

  Once I’d traveled to Hellsmoor, my demon mark would call the Destroyer to me. Like it or not, I was bound to the Hellion. But I could use that bond to my advantage.

  “What’s the quickest way to get to the border?” I asked.

  “I’ll lend you two steeds from my stables. They can travel anywhere in my kingdom in an hour, whatever the distance. ” He watched me from the corner of his eye. “They are the same breed Mallt-y-Nos rides. ”

  Great, flying horses that breathed fire. The last time I rode a horse, I was eight, and my steed had been hand-carved and fixed to a carousel. Something told me this ride would be more than a little wilder. But if it would get me into position in an hour, I was all for it.

  I told Arawn my plan. He agreed to evacuate a corridor between Difethwr’s current position and Hellsmoor, and sent messengers to begin that work. We couldn’t stop the Destroyer from torching everything in its path, but we could minimize the loss of life.

  “All right,” I said, heading for the door. “Let’s do this. ”

  We followed a blue-clad servant down a stone hallway. Arawn walked beside me, Kane a few steps behind.

  “Lord Arawn,” I said, a flutter of worry in my chest, “did you ask your archivist about the register?”

  He nodded, his lips tight. “Evan Vaughn has not passed through any of the cauldrons. ”

  What should I feel—relief or despair? I didn’t know. I decided to press for more information. “Outside of your city, there’s a spring…”

  “It is forbidden. ”

  Yeah, I’d kind of gotten that idea when the Keeper tried to lop off my head. “Okay, fine, but if someone did happen to…um, say someone stepped in that spring, accidentally. What would happen?”

  He stopped so abruptly Kane walked into him. Arawn glared at me. “‘Accidentally’? When the spring’s Keeper was viciously cut down?”

  Somehow, I didn’t think Arawn would want to hear about self-defense. “I just want to know what effect the magic would have on a shade who was…” I couldn’t say dying. “…who was fading. ”

  Arawn’s hawklike eyes fixed me with a hard stare. He seemed to weigh the Keeper’s death against my offer to kill the Destroyer.

  “Go to the stables, Victory, and choose a steed. If you do not leave at once, I shall have you arrested for defiling the spring and murdering its Keeper. ” He wheeled around and strode away, his footsteps echoing on the stones.

  “What was that about?” Kane asked.

  I didn’t answer. I was thinking about Arawn’s words: murdering its Keeper. So the spring’s guardian had died. I hadn’t meant to kill him. I’d even tried to save him. But the magic had failed him.

  That meant it had failed Dad, too. My heart clenched as I forced myself to admit it: He was gone, his spirit already dissolved into wisps of nothing.

  It was the Destroyer’s fault. The Hellion had sent my father here. Dad had only tried to hold on, for too long, to remnants of the life he’d loved. The life the Destroyer had taken away from him.

  And Difethwr would continue to destroy, leaving nothing behind but death and pain and misery, until I stopped it. Kane put a hand on my arm, but I shook him off. I couldn’t speak. Hatred, hot and bitter, choked me. Hatred for the Destroyer, for Pryce. For their war on my family. For their vision of a future consumed by flames.

  My demon mark burned. Somewhere, a roar of hatred answered my own. It echoed through me, setting my blood on fire. I’d called the Destroyer, and the Hellion had heard me. Now to send it back to Hell.

  DESPITE THEIR FEARSOME APPEARANCE, ARAWN’S STEEDS WERE easy to ride. The horses obeyed the rider’s intentions. Just mount, set your mind on where you want to go, and hang on. Within an hour, we were in Hellsmoor. The description of Hellsmoor as a “swamp” was too kind. “A fetid quagmire of quicksand and filthy water” would have been more accurate. The air was heavy with the stink of marsh gas; columns of flame shot upward, then extinguished. Snakes as thick as my arm whiplashed through the water.

  I hated this place. And I poured my hatred into my demon mark. Hear that, Difethwr? Come and find me.

  Our horses had landed on a small hummock, beside a cluster of twisted, skeletal trees. About a mile away, sawtooth mountains rose like a fortress wall. I’d wanted to land there, as close to Uffern as possible, but the horses wouldn’t go any closer. Even here, they seemed nervous, pawing the ground and snorting. Flames shot from their nostrils in short blasts. I tried to urge my horse back into the air, choosing a mountain and setting my intention there. He shuddered and whinnied but didn’t budge.

  Stupid horse. I’d make him do what I wanted. I drew back my arm, my fingers in a tight fist. A hand caught my wrist and held it lightly but firmly. The demon mark on my forearm pulsed and burned, like someone was rhythmically zapping it with electric shocks.

  “Vicky, what are you doing?”

  Yeah, what are you doing? echoed a voice inside my head. Solving a problem with violence, as usual, I see.

  Oh, great. The Eidolon was back. It had been so quiet in Tywyll, hiding like a coward in my gut from Pryce, that I’d almost forgotten about it. It hadn’t complained about violence there, when I’d kept its demon ass out of that cauldron.

  You don’t care about my ass. You were saving your own shapeshifter ass.

  “Shut up, Butterfly,” I muttered.

  Kane looked startled. “What did you call me?”

  “Nothing. ” I opened my hand to show I wasn’t going to hit anything, and Kane released my arm.

  “So how are we going to get up there?” I pointed at the mountains.

  “Perhaps I can help,” said a voice from the swamp.

  I turned around so fast I almost fell off my horse. Behind us stood a man in a boat. He’d poled up silently, not even a splash to announce his approach. I didn’t like being snuck up on. This guy was lucky he hadn’t gotten a knife hurled into his eye.

  “I’d offer you refreshment,” he said, “but I have nothing in the boat. ” The man was blond, with blue eye
s and a thick beard. He wore a red tunic and a sword belt.

  “You’re a Keeper?”

  “A Border Keeper. My task is to prevent demons from crossing into our realm. Quite a few have left the realm today, with my…ah, assistance. ” He grinned and patted the sword at his side. Then he reached into the bottom of his boat and lifted the corner of a tarp that lay there. Beneath it lay the severed, grimacing heads of half a dozen demons. “There’s a reward for each one I bring in. ”

  “We need to get to the top of those mountains,” I said, “but our horses won’t go any closer. ”

  “That’s because they can’t. There is a spell on that range that prevents creatures from flying over them. Only the white falcon is immune. ”

  The white falcon of Hellsmoor—the final prize in the Night Hag’s scavenger hunt. “Why is that?”

  The Keeper shrugged. “Perhaps its magic is stronger. It’s well known that the white falcon has the power to go where others cannot. At any rate, the spell’s purpose is to prevent demons from flying over the mountains and into our realm, and it serves that purpose well. ” His eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to go there?”

  “To kill a Hellion that’s coming this way. Can you take us?”

  He considered. “I can. For a price. ”

  “A price?” Anger leapt up inside me. “There’s no time to haggle, damn it. The Hellion that’s coming will snap your puny sword like a toothpick and turn you into Border Keeper flambé. ”

  He regarded me without blinking.

  “What’s your price?” Kane asked, his voice neutral.

  “What can you pay?” the Keeper countered.

  Goddamn deal-making spirits! I jumped down from my horse and bounded into the boat. By the time my feet hit the deck, my sword was in my hand.

  The Keeper’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back. The boat rocked precariously. “You wield Darkblaze. ”

  “That’s right. ” I advanced, pressing the sword’s point into his chest. “And unless you want me to wield it on you, you’ll take us to those mountains right now. ”