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Sarwat Chadda: Dark Goddess

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New enemies, new romance, and new horrors, Billi's back, and it seems like the Unholy just can't take a hint. Still reeling from the death of her best friend, Kay, Billi's thrust back into action when the Templars are called to investigate werewolf activity. And these werewolves are like nothing Bilil's seen before. They call themselves the Polenitsy – Man Killers. The ancient warrior women of Eastern Europe, supposedly wiped out centuries ago. But now they're out of hiding and on the hunt for a Spring Child – an Oracle powerful enough to blow the volcano at Yellowstone – precipitating a Fimbulwinter that will wipe out humankind for good. The Templars follow the stolen Spring Child to Russia, and the only people there who can help are the Bogatyrs, a group of knights who may have gone to the dark side. To reclaim the Spring Child and save the world, Billi needs to earn the trust of Ivan Romanov, an arrogant young Bogatyr whose suspicious of people in general, and of Billi in particular. Dark Goddess is a page-turning, action-packed sequel that spans continents, from England to the Russian underworld and back. This is an adventure of folklore and myth become darkly real. Of the world running out of time. And of Billi SanGreal, the only one who can save it.

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Billi glanced toward the door and the stairs. The girl felt like an uninvited houseguest, an intruder. Why? She didn’t mean anything to Billi, so what was it about her that made Billi so uncomfortable? She should be glad: if Vasilisa was an Oracle, she’d strengthen the Order. But Billi wasn’t glad, and couldn’t understand why.

“How is she?”

“Still asleep.” Lance glanced up at the clock over the doorway. It was almost half past six. “I will leave some food; you will take it later?”

Billi nodded and popped the last of the croissant into her mouth as she stood. The conclave was starting.

Billi ran across the courtyard. God didn’t like to be kept waiting. Neither did her dad.

Billi rushed across the ice-covered Temple courtyard in her tanned army greatcoat that, despite her height, swept her ankles. Collar up, chin down, she blinked as the frosty breeze stung her eyes. The Temple Church was hidden behind towers of scaffolding and sheets of heavy-duty plastic. The repairs were moving slowly-you didn’t rush on a nine-hundred-year-old building. The stained-glass windows were all boarded up, and it would be another year before they could be replaced.

She paused by the side door, her hand touching the cold stone. The official story was that a forgotten UXB-an unexploded bomb-had gone off in the catacombs. The building had been bombed during the Second World War, so it was possible that one of the devices had somehow been buried, and sat silent and dormant for all these years until a freak event set it off.

It was logical. It had a basis in reality.

It was a lie.

The truth had a basis in another reality. Had she really met the devil here? Had he really unleashed his celestial numina, his supernatural light, almost blinding her and nearly destroying Temple Church?

Like the thrones of ancient kings, nine high-backed chairs had been arranged in an irregular circle between the effigies of the ancient patrons lying in stone on the floor.

Elaine and Father Rowland sat apart on smaller stools, observing, but not belonging.

The Knights Templar. Arthur, the Templar Master, looked tired and was turning his wedding ring around, never a good sign. Gwaine sat opposite, in his usual position of conflict. In the gloomy light his wrinkles looked like deep crevasses, and his eyes were lost in the pits under his lined brow. Gareth, Bors, and Mordred watched impassively. Billi looked at the Sièges Perilous-two chairs draped in black cloth, commemorating the Order’s dead. Kay and now Pelleas. Percy’s old position, marshall, was now Lance’s.

Billi kept her head low as she crossed the circle to her seat between Mordred and Bors. Mordred gave her a sympathetic smile as she passed. The church was unheated, and Billi’s breath puffed out in a great white cloud as she took her seat.

“Now that we’re all here, maybe we can get down to business,” Arthur said. He stood up and went to the center of the round. “Pelleas’s death and the girl: Vasilisa Bulgakov.” He lowered his head. “Father Rowland will lead a requiem Mass for Pelleas tomorrow night. Attendance, it goes without saying, is mandatory.” He beckoned Elaine forward. “Tell us what you know.”

Elaine came to the edge of the circle. “While you’ve all been catching up on your beauty sleep, I did some sniffing around. Vasilisa and her family came to England four years ago, when she was five. They’re originally from Russia-from Karelia. It’s up north on the border with Finland.”

“That’s important?” asked Gwaine.

“It’s pretty wild. Lots of wolves.” Elaine opened up her folder and handed out a sheet of scanned pictures. “Of all the packs, they hunt Spring Children most eagerly.”

The photos were of the patio outside Vasilisa’s parents’ farmhouse. The light exposed something Billi hadn’t noticed last night. The flagstones bore strange carvings.

“These are petroglyphs. Copies of the ones found in Karelia. The original is over five thousand years old. This one”-she pointed at a stick figure with two circles for breasts and branchlike hands. In one hand was a disk, in the other a crescent-“it’s the Polenitsy’s goddess image.”

“Eorpata,” muttered Gwaine. Billi frowned. He would always use ancient Greek or Latin when English would do just as well. Fortunately, she knew ancient Greek. Unlike Mordred.

“Man-killers,” Billi whispered to him.

Elaine nodded. “The Polenitsy are an all-female werewolf pack descended from the original Amazons. Out of all the werewolves, they follow the ways of the goddess closest. You might call them fundamentalists.”

“They’re a long way from home,” said Arthur.

“They could be desperate. Oracles aren’t common. The Bodmin pack no longer hunts Spring Children, and neither do the Irish wolves, the only other big pack nearby.” Elaine tapped her nails on the top of Gareth’s chair. “I’m convinced they’re the ones after Vasilisa, and they are not going to back down quietly. They’re old-school.”

“And we’ll deal with them the same way we’ve dealt with all the others,” said Gwaine.

Elaine didn’t reply, but Billi could see her doubts. She turned her attention to the photographs. There were markings above the image of the Polenitsy goddess symbol. She could just make out a crucifix. Not like the plain cross of Western Christianity, but the Russian Orthodox cross, with three horizontal bars, the lowest one slanted.

“What’s this?” She pointed at the cross.

Elaine continued. “I think the Bulgakovs were, in their own crude way, trying to guard against the goddess. A lot of people believe the crucifix is the perfect defense against all the Unholy.”

“It didn’t work,” snorted Bors.

“Believing in something doesn’t make it real,” said Arthur. “So is Vasilisa an Oracle?”

Elaine shook her head. “I don’t know yet. Her parents knew something was up. But she’s young, and even if she does have powers, they’ll manifest themselves irregularly and she’ll have no conscious control of them.”

“But Kay was showing telepathic powers at nine-the same age as this Vasilisa,” said Billi.

Elaine laughed. “Kay was an extraordinarily powerful psychic. We won’t come across his like again. No, if Vasilisa has some talent, it won’t be at Kay’s level.”

“Don’t you have tests or something you could do?” Billi continued.

“You can’t just stick a meter in her and get a reading.” Elaine held up her hands, fingers out. “There are six classes of Oracle: mentalists like Kay-mind reading and all that telekinetic stuff. Then you’ve got the mediums, or spirit-talkers, as they’re called nowadays. Healers. Elementalists. The fire-starters, and finally the prophets.” Elaine closed her hands into fists. “Youngsters usually have a bit of ability in each, but that settles down into one or two fields by puberty. Kay was amazing…” There was more than a hint of pride when Elaine talked about her last, best pupil. “He still retained powers in mind-reading, spirit-talking, and prophecy well into his teens. But it’ll take time to pin Vasilisa down, assuming she is psychic, of course.”

“You still haven’t answered the question,” interrupted Gwaine. “Is she an Oracle?”

Elaine scratched her chin. “The werewolves would call her a Spring Child. They believe the goddess will reward them with a good spring and bountiful hunting if they sacrifice Oracles to her during the full moon. The spirit of the child is taken by the goddess, renewing her, and the body is eaten by the pack.”

“Good God,” whispered Mordred.

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