Dialing Jason’s number, I waited, hoping for an answer. If he was still below ground, chances were reception would be spotty. If not, then… But the call went to his messages. Feeling defeated and scared for him, I tried Tam. Same thing.
Hecate was eyeing me soberly. “They’ll be all right, Fury. Trust them. They’re both strong and capable. Now, really, you have to get that disk back to Jerako. I can’t travel over to the island with you, so I’m assigning a couple of my servants to go along. They’ll drive you to the ferry and travel with you. When you get there, they’ll wait until you return to the ferry.”
And with that, I was hustled out the door with a couple of muscle-bound men guarding me, heading back to the Arbortariam.
I was surprised to see that it was early morning when I exited the temple. Not yet dawn, but close. We had been up all night. The second quake, the one I caused, had been a minor tremor, but the city looked far too damaged and wounded from the first for comfort. While it wasn’t leveled, not by any means, and the infrastructure was still standing, everywhere there were signs of debris and damage. It would take a long time cleaning up after this.
The entire trip to the ferry and over the water to the island had me tense and afraid. I was carrying the disk in a plain drawstring sack hung over my shoulder. Nobody would know I had it unless they happened to either grab the satchel and run or it was Lyon or his cronies. But my Trace showed no sign of any Aboms, and Hecate had supplied me with a short-term anti-tracking device so nobody could follow my footsteps.
My thoughts remained firmly with Jason and Tam. I wanted to run off and return to the Tunnels to find them. With a sigh, I gave up and leaned back, closing my eyes. Sometimes, not having control over my own life sucked. Granted, everybody had limitations, but some days, the realization that my life wasn’t my own hit me harder than others. I chafed at the restrictions, but then again, if Hecate were to suddenly free me, I’d have to find a different job. And then I’d just be shackled to somebody else’s whims. Nobody was truly free, when I thought about it.
At the edge of the island, I left my escorts and headed toward the force field. There, I saw Zhan, waiting for me. He bowed low and bade me follow him.
Once past the veil, he glanced over to me. “Your heart is sore and your spirit weary. I can sense these things.”
“I’m worried over Tam and Jason. I haven’t heard from them since I escaped from the Tunnels last night. I’m worried Lyon might have killed them.” I was so tired that I felt tears well up. I groaned. The last thing I needed was to be crying right now—it really didn’t fit my image, but that didn’t seem to matter as the tears spilled over and trickled down my cheeks.
“Poor, beautiful Fury. Let me ease your heart?” The hedgemite drew close and I recognized the same look as Tam had sported on his face when he kissed away the swelling in my hand. I didn’t need any more entanglements, especially not with someone I didn’t know.
I held up my hand. “That’s all right. Thank you, though. I’m just tired. Please tell me I won’t have to wait long for Jerako.”
“We are going to him now. It’s a short walk. Might I suggest you breathe in the fresh air and let it clear your head?”
The snow had hit even here, and the air was bracing. I did as he suggested, breathing out my stress. The very air in the Arbortariam seemed to be healing, and my headache lifted, though I was still exhausted. The sound of the birds echoed faintly around me, and the sky—a pale silvery sheen with blue peeking out—promised a hint of sun. While it was still cold, the temperature felt above freezing and the snow was beginning to melt.
We wound through a short meadow, and then Zhan pointed ahead. There, in the middle of the clearing, stood Jerako. I hurried over to him, wanting to get this over with.
“Hello, young Theosian. You bring me a deadly gift, Hecate says.” Jerako’s cheeks crinkled, the leaves and branches making up his face moving in a most peculiar way. He sounded more gentle than last time. Almost…caring.
I held out the bag. “The Thunderstrike. I don’t want to be rude, but my friends are missing and I’d like to get back so I can try to find them.”
Jerako laughed. “Ever the rush, but this time, ease your heart. They are with friends, safe and sound. I received word a little while ago. They escaped, unharmed for the most part, though with a few singed hairs, I do believe.”
“Are you telling me the truth?” I was suddenly terrified he might be toying with me, but he leaned down—no small feat in itself—and patted my shoulder awkwardly, scratching me with one of his branches in the process.
“I am, young Fury. I am. They are alive and intact.”
I let out a garbled sound and dropped to the ground, the tears streaming down my face. Only this time, they were tears of relief. “Thank the gods… Was it Terrance who helped them?”
Jerako blinked. “You know about Terrance?”
“Of course I do. We met him this morning. Last night, rather. In the Tunnels.”
“Then yes, it was Terrance. But hush and no more talk about him. The Crystal Guardians are so secretive even the government doesn’t know they exist.” He poked at the bag. “Please, remove the device from the bag. My fingers are not so dexterous with small knots.”
I untied the drawstrings and withdrew the Thunderstrike. “Here, take it and I never want to see it or hear about it again.” But curiosity struck me as I handed it over. “What are you going to do with it?”
“We will catalog its presence, and then destroy it. Unmake it, so to speak. Great artifacts are never easily destroyed, but we can usually figure out a way. This is no longer your worry, so you may let it go. I do wish you’d managed to destroy Lyon, but then I suppose the Order of the Black Mist would just find someone to take his place.”
“Probably,” I mumbled. “He’s still a danger, isn’t he? Lyon?”
“Lyon and the Order of the Black Mist will be a danger as long as they exist. And now, I’m afraid you’re on his radar. There’s only one Fury and you’re hard to miss. You’ve saved the city, Fury. He would have used this to level Seattle.” Jerako held up the Thunderstrike. “You may not have set out to save the day, but you did.”
“Haphazardly and without any conscious idea of what to do,” I mumbled.
“Most heroes stumble into their fame. Most heroes don’t set out to save the world, you know. Fury, your friends are waiting for you back at the store. Go to them. Rest. But we may need you again. If so, we will contact Hecate. And be cautious. Lyon will not take this loss lightly, and he still lives. But the Crystal Guardians are watching, and so are all of us who serve Gaia.”
And with that, he took the Thunderstrike, turned, and strode away, leaving me standing beside Zhan, who had waited in the background.
“Come, I will take you back to the ferry.”
Feeling oddly let down, and somewhat numb, I turned and followed him out.
Chapter 26
When I got to the shop, I saw the caution lines had been removed from most of the buildings around, though a few still sported the yellow holograms that kept people at bay. The force fields were electric and produced a nice jolt that put off all but the most persistent—or stupid—of trespassers. But our building had been cleared. I peeked into Up-Cakes, where Shevron and her clerks were cleaning up the jumble of broken glass and overturned baked goods. It made for a sharp, sticky mess. Waving, I left them to their cleaning and headed next door to Dream Wardens.
Sure enough, Jason and Tam were there, along with Hans. Relief flooding over me—I hadn’t really believed they were okay—I raced into the shop.
“Thank gods you guys are okay. I was so worried.” All the stress and weariness set in, and I dropped to the sofa next to Tam.
He grabbed my hands, leaning in as he searched my eyes. “When you vanished with the Thunderstrike, we figured you went to the Crossroads, but we couldn’t be sure. I was so worried,” he whispered, his voice heavy, pulling me onto
his lap.
Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his and melted into his embrace, grateful to be in his arms again. I lingered in the kiss, feeling a barricade inside me jog from where I’d built it up, keeping my heart protected against the pain that I had learned far too young. Except for Jason and Shevron, I had done my best to keep everybody else at bay, but now that was melting away. Whatever I had with Tam, it was real. Wherever it might lead, I was willing to take the journey.
“I was so afraid something had happened to you, but I couldn’t go back, not with the Thunderstrike in hand.” I covered his face with kisses, suddenly ravenous for his touch. All I could think about was dragging him off to my apartment.
Jason cleared his throat after a moment. “If you two are quite finished?”
Flushing, I broke away. “Sorry. I was just…worried. About both of you. I took the Thunderstrike to the Arbortariam and gave it to Jerako. It’s safely away from the Order of the Black Mist. But he warned me that Lyon knows who I am now, and he’s likely to come hunting. Probably both of you, as well.”
“He’s right. When I saw you vanish, you crossed your arms over your head as you shifted to the Crossroads. Tam and I couldn’t tell whether the fireball had hurt you, or whether you had dodged the bullet before it hit. But Lyon was focused on you. He was watching you. He’s not likely to forget your face or anything about you.”
“I took that moment to run his other buddy through,” Tam said.
“As Tam took out his companion, I set up another vortex that caught Lyon from the back, and we grabbed the opportunity and ran. We raced back to Terrance’s shop. He was there, waiting, and he guided us through the secret entrance. From there, he helped us get out of the Tunnels. Queet met us outside, telling us you had made it safely to the Crossroads.”
Restless, I crossed to the window, staring out into the street. “Where’s Tommy-Tee?”
Tam joined me. “My people are going to look after him for a bit. They might be able to wake him up, but first we have to ascertain whether that’s a good idea.”
“Okay, then. I guess…immediate problem solved. But we can’t let down our guard. We disrupted big plans, and I doubt Lyon will let that go without retaliation. From now on, keep your eyes open. Because this isn’t over.” I stared out the front window at the damage. “They are out to bring back the Elder Gods of Chaos, and if they succeed…”
“If they succeed, there won’t be anything left but fire and ash.” Tam took my hand. “Don’t forget, there’s a hurricane headed into the Texicana Gulf. I gather that Lightning Strikes is working to disrupt it, but you’re right—whether it be through weather magic or something else, the Order of the Black Mist is out to change the world. This won’t end until they win or they’re dead.”
As we stood by the window, looking out into the silvery morning, I realized I was shivering. So much of my life had been lived on unstable ground, and this was no exception. I wanted an anchor. I wanted a foundation—something solid.
Jason joined us. “It will be all right.” His voice was low, but raw. “The world can’t possibly fall back into the pit that brought on the World Shift… Can it?”
With that question lingering in our ears, we watched the hustle and bustle outside as morning began. The whip on my leg tingled, as did the triskelion tattoo on my neck. Something felt like it was shifting in my body and my aura, but I wasn’t sure what. I knew my heart had shifted, though. The proof was in the shape of Tam holding my hand.
I glanced up at him, searching his face. I wasn’t sure about him. I wasn’t sure about anything. But I’d do what I always did—continue on. Because when it came down to the core of things, wasn’t that what we all had to do? Continue on in the face of daunting circumstances? Life was made up of challenges, and if we stopped growing, we might as well be dead.
Deciding to rest in the knowledge that we had at least thwarted one plan to knock the world askew, I drew a long breath and let everything go. Jason wrapped his arm around my shoulders, while Tam wrapped his arm around my waist. Hans stood to the side, arms behind his back, watching at attention, as we waited for the new day to begin.
~End~
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Upcoming releases
August 2, 2016: Flight From Mayhem (Fly by Night Series—Book 2)
September 27, 2016: Shadow Silence (Whisper Hollow Series—Book 2)
November 15, 2016: Fury’s Magic (Fury Unbound Series—Book 2)
Playlist
I almost always write to music, and FURY RISING was no exception. Here’s the playlist for the book:
Android Lust: Here and Now
Brandon & Derek Fiechter: Witch’s Brew; Night Fairies; Legend of the Dark Lord
Celtic Woman: The Butterfly; The Voice
The Chieftains: Dunmore Lassies
Clannad: Banba Óir; Newgrange
Corvus Corax: Bucca; Filii Neidhardi
David & Steve Gordon: Shaman’s Drum Dance
Deuter: Petite Fleur
Dizzi: Dizzi Jig; Dance of the Unicorns
Eastern Sun: Beautiful Being (Original Edit)
Eivør: Trøllbundin
Enya: Orinoco Flow; Cursum Perficio
Faun: Iduna; Rad; Sieben; The Market Song
Gabrielle Roth: The Dancing Path: Flowing; Rest Your Tears Here; Totem; The Calling; Mother Night; Raven
Hedningarna: Chicago; Ukkonen; Gorrulaus; Tullí; Räven [Fox Woman]; Juopolle Joutunut
Huldrelokk: Trolldans
Kerstin Blodig & Ian Melrose: Kråka; Kelpie; Bedlam Boys/Bedlam Girls; Miner Viser
Tamaryn: Violet’s in a Pool; While You’re Sleeping, I’m Dreaming
Tingstad & Rumbel: Chaco; Peru
Biography
New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author Yasmine Galenorn writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, and is the author of almost fifty books, including the Otherworld Series, the Whisper Hollow Series, the new Fury Unbound Series, and many more. She’s also written nonfiction metaphysical books. She is the 2011 Career Achievement Award Winner in Urban Fantasy, given by RT Magazine.
Yasmine has been in the Craft since 1980, is a shamanic witch and High Priestess. She describes her life as a blend of teacups and tattoos. She lives in Kirkland WA with her husband Samwise and their cats. Yasmine can be reached via her website at Galenorn.com.
Books by Yasmine Galenorn:
Fury Unbound Series:
Fury Rising (July 2016)
Fury’s Magic (November 2016)
Fury Awakened (May 2016)
Lily Bound Series (in order):
Souljacker (March 2017)
Whisper Hollow Series (in order):
Autumn Thorns
Shadow Silence (September 2016)
Fly By Night Series (in order):
Flight from Death
Flight from Mayhem (August 2016)
Otherworld Series (in order):
Witchling
Changeling
Darkling
Dragon Wytch
Night Huntress
Demon Mistress
Bone Magic
Harvest Hunting
Blood Wyne
Courting Darkness
Shaded Vision
Shadow Rising
Haunted Moon
Autumn Whispers
Crimson Veil
Priestess Dreaming
Panther Prowling
Darkness Raging
Otherworld: Upcoming:
Moon Shimmers
Harvest Song
Blood Bonds
Otherworld: E-Novellas: r />
The Shadow of Mist: Otherworld novella
Etched in Silver: Otherworld novella
Ice Shards: Otherworld novella
Flight From Hell: Otherworld--Fly By Night crossover novella
Earthbound
Otherworld: Short Collections:
Tales From Otherworld: Collection One
Men of Otherworld: Collection One
Men of Otherworld: Collection Two
Moon Swept: Otherworld Tales of First Love
Indigo Court Series (in order):
Night Myst
Night Veil
Night Seeker
Night Vision
Night’s End
Indigo Court: Novellas:
Night Shivers
Misc. Short Story Collections:
Mist and Shadows: Short Tales From Dark Haunts
Chintz ‘n China Series:
Ghost of a Chance
Legend of the Jade Dragon
Murder Under a Mystic Moon
A Harvest of Bones
One Hex of a Wedding
Bath and Body Series (under the name India Ink):
Scent to Her Grave
A Blush With Death
Glossed and Found
Anthologies:
Once Upon a Curse (short story: Bones)
Never After (Otherworld novella: The Shadow of Mist)
Inked (Otherworld novella: Etched in Silver)
Hexed (Otherworld novella: Ice Shards)
Songs of Love & Death (short story: Man in the Mirror)
Songs of Love and Darkness (short story: Man in the Mirror)
Nyx in the House of Night (article: She is Goddess)
A Second Helping of Murder (recipe: Clam Chowder)