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One hand on the open door, Juliet turned around and winked. “Don’t wait up. ”
“You’re supposed to be doing a job!” The door clicked shut before I got the last word out.
“She is so awesome,” Tina sighed. “I wish zombies could become vampires. ”
27
JULIET WASN’T THE ONLY ONE WITH A JOB TO DO THAT night. Gently but firmly, Mab told Tina it was time for her to go. “But it’s early. I want to practice some more,” Tina objected. She stood, but in slow motion.
“You may practice on your own,” Mab said. “Victory and I have another matter we must attend to. ”
“Really? What?” Tina’s face darkened as Mab and I exchanged glances. “Oh, come on. One minute you’re training me to fight in some war and the next you won’t even tell me what’s going on, like I’m a child. It’s not fair!”
It’s not fair made her sound exactly like a child, but even so she had a point.
“You’re right,” Mab said. “If you’re to be recruited to help us, you should know what we’re facing. ”
“I’m right?” Tina quickly covered her astonishment with a grin. “Score one for the zombie. ”
“Do you remember what happened at the Paranormal Appreciation Day concert last winter?” I asked.
“Of course. ” She did a couple of stiff-legged zombie dance steps. “I almost became a pop star. ”
“I mean besides your fifteen minutes of fame. ”
“Oh. ” She bit her lip, frowning. “You mean those nasty bird thingies?”
I hoped Mab noticed the utter despair in the look I sent her way. “Those ‘bird thingies’ were materialized Morfran. ”
“Oh, right. And the Morfran is a spirit of hunger that’s, like, the essence of all demons. It eats zombies. Your cousin set it loose on Deadtown to feed on us to strengthen his demons so they could attack Boston. ”
Okay, not bad. Maybe there was some hope for her.
“Those birds went after me,” Tina said to Mab, lifting the hem of her T-shirt to show some places where the Morfran had gouged her midriff. Because zombies don’t heal, the wounds were as raw as the day they’d happened. “But Vicky used her black dagger and imprisoned them. In slate,” she added. “It has to be slate, right? So the Morfran can’t get out. ”
“That’s correct,” Mab said. “The Morfran is bound to the slate, unless someone releases it. And releasing it is what we plan to do tonight. ”
“Why?” Tina’s eyes widened as she clutched her torso protectively. “Won’t those birds attack Deadtown?”
“That’s what we’re trying to prevent,” I said.
“We won’t let the Morfran attack anyone,” Mab added. “We’ll kill it before it can. ”
“You can kill it? Why didn’t you do that before . . . you know, the concert?”
“We’ve only recently discovered how,” Mab said. “So we must act quickly, tonight. It’s our best opportunity to weaken our enemies. ”
“Enemies. ” Tina rolled the word around on her tongue as though tasting it. “You know, I always thought of enemies as the mean girls who make up rumors and send nasty texts. But you’re talking about guys who, like, want to destroy the world as we know it. You’re saying I’ve got real enemies. ” Her forehead wrinkled in thought. Then a grin cracked her pensive expression wide open. “That is so cool. ”
MAB SENT TINA OFF WITH A YARDSTICK TO USE AS A PRACTICE SWORD. Tina cast a longing glance at my weapons cabinet, but she didn’t argue. She promised to come back tomorrow night to demonstrate her progress.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I turned to Mab. “Teaching that zombie to fight is a disaster waiting to happen. ” In fact, if I were taking bets on Tina’s middle name, I’d give Disaster the best odds.
“You forget, child, that I spent some time with The Book of Utter Darkness as you slept. ”
That made me pause. “The book mentioned Tina?”
“Not specifically, no. But it did make a reference to her kind, in the form of one of its riddles. One I hadn’t encountered before: The dead have no choice, and yet they must choose. ”
I didn’t ask Mab what she thought it meant. We both knew that trying to interpret the book’s riddles led to misunderstanding. And this one was a doozy. How can you choose when you have no choice? By “no choice,” was the book talking about the Morfran-possessed zombies who were driven to murder against their wills? Or did it simply mean that death removes all options? Kane would talk about how political oppression took away zombies’ ability to choose for themselves. See, that was the problem with the book—its prophecies came true, but you were never quite sure what they meant until after the fact.
“Whatever it may mean,” Mab said, making me feel like she’d read my thoughts, “it seemed to me a good idea to let at least one of ‘the dead’ choose our side. Tina is strong, and she’s eager. She’s also deeply loyal to you. ”
“Are we talking about the same Tina?” The Tina I knew had stolen from me. She’d quit being my apprentice when something better came along, then begged to come back when “something better” hadn’t worked out. She’d helped me a few times, too, but the girl was unreliable. Yes, she was strong, but she wasn’t the person I’d want at my back in the thick of battle. Anyway, she’d probably get bored of practicing with the yardstick and quit when lunges made her thighs sore.
“I’ve told you before, child. Do not underestimate that young lady. ”
“All right. If you promise not to overestimate her. ”
“Fair enough. ”
“Mab,” I asked, “did you get anything else from the book today?”
“No, child. After the line about the dead and their choices, the book went silent. So I took that nap you recommended. ” She yawned. “I wouldn’t mind another before we begin our night’s work. ”
I hoped she’d be spared any dreams like the one I’d had. “Mab, does the phrase ‘There is another way’ mean anything to you?”
“It’s a very broad phrase, to be sure. After all, whatever path one chooses there is always another. Usually many more. ” She shook her head. “However, the book has never spoken that particular phrase to me, if that’s what you mean. Why do you ask?”
“Pryce and the Destroyer invaded my dreamscape. ” A wave of revulsion shuddered through me at the memory of Pryce in that dream. No need to tell Mab about that part. “They were trying to convince me it was inevitable that I’d join their side. But a voice spoke in my mind. And that’s what it said: ‘There is another way. ’”
“Whose voice?”
“I don’t know. It seemed to come from somewhere inside my head, but it wasn’t mine. ”
“That sense of doubling is common enough in dreams. ”
“True. But it didn’t end with the dream. ” I told her what had happened in the kitchen, from the repetition of those words when I glanced at the book to Butterfly’s claim that Difethwr had returned to the demon plane, upset and raging, around the time my dream ended.
Mab stretched out on the sofa. She put her hands behind her head, elbows out, considering. “It’s hard to know what to think. Most likely, the voice came from within your own mind, arising from your subconscious as a defense against the attack on your dreamscape. When you glanced at the book, your subconscious put forth those words again, as a reminder that the horrible visions the book shows you are not inevitable. Of course, there is another possibility . . . ” She looked me up and down as though inspecting for flaws.
“What?”
“That Ceridwen awakens within you. ”
Not that again. “Mab, I told you: I am not the second coming. So let’s not go there. ”
“As you wish. ” How did she manage to acquiesce to me while making me feel like she’d won? Her voice shifted back to its usual crisp tone. “Anyway, child, it’s most likely the first option, a reminder from your subconscious that y
ou do have choices. ” With that, she turned on her side. “And now I must rest. You, child, should spend some time in meditation. We must be prepared. ”
I was dismissed. To be honest, I preferred that Mab—the one I grew up with, the one who confidently announced what would happen next—to the one who bowed her head and called me Lady. This new Mab was someone I didn’t recognize.
DAD WAS ALREADY WAITING FOR US AT THE OLD GRANARY Burying Ground. Perched on a headstone in the moonlight, he looked like a poster for a spooky movie. The falcon’s feathers glowed almost silver in the soft light, reminding me how little time was left before the full moon and Kane’s transformation.
I surveyed the old graveyard. Row upon row of headstones stretched into the darkness. Some of the old stones tilted. Others had split, and the broken-off piece leaned against the portion that still stood. Some of those broken headstones were thanks to me, from when I’d slammed the Morfran into the old, fragile stones with too much force. I hated damaging the antique markers, but at the time I’d had no choice.
I could hear distant noises of traffic and sirens, but the cemetery itself was quiet. I opened my senses to the demon plane to see whether we had any company. Pryce undoubtedly knew by now that we could kill the Morfran; he’d probably tortured poor Bonita to learn every last detail of what happened at Logan. He’d be anticipating our project here tonight.
As always, becoming aware of the demon plane made me stagger with revulsion. Through the smoke and stink, I could hear the muffled cawing of thousands of birds, the Morfran trapped in the stones, shrieking with hunger and rage.
I listened, trying to judge. Was there less Morfran now than I’d put here back on Paranormal Appreciation Day? I thought so. Pryce needed Morfran for his experiments on the zombies, and this cemetery was the richest source around. We were lucky he hadn’t released it all.