M. Hanover - Graveyard Child

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It's a homecoming, of sorts, for Jayné Heller — and she wants some long-awaited answers to her past, in this fifth book in the acclaimed
urban fantasy series.
After years on her own, Jayné Heller is going home to find some answers. How did the powerful spirit calling itself the Black Sun get into her body? Who was her uncle Eric, and what was the grand plan to which he devoted his life? Who did her mother have an affair with, and why? And the tattoo — seriously — what was that about? Jayné arrives during the preparations for her older brother's shotgun wedding, but she's not the only unexpected guest. The Invisible College has also come to town, intent on stopping the ceremony. They claim an ancient evil is threatening the child that would be Jayné's niece, and that the Heller family has been rotten at the core for generations. The deeper Jayné looks, the more she thinks they might not be wrong. And behind them all, in the shadows of Jayné's childhood home, a greater threat waits that calls itself the Graveyard Child... 

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Graveyard Child

(The fifth book in the Black Sun's Daughter series)

A novel by M L N Hanover

To Rosemary Woodhouse

prologue

If he had shouted, it would have been better.

“You don’t look fat,” he said, the words almost uninflected. “You look pregnant.”

He stood in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame. The beautiful boy she’d met back in Florida was gone, and this ghost was in his place. The dark hair looked dry now. Dusty. The darkness under his eyes seemed permanent. Carla looked down at her belly, sick with shame not only on her own behalf but for what she had done to Jay. If she hadn’t given in, they would still be flirting together, going off to Disney for the day with the young singles group or driving to Daytona Beach with her cousins. He was a man. It had been her job to be modest. To make sure things didn’t go too far.

She’d failed.

“I just thought . . .” she began, and then the tears started and she choked a little.

“Sweetie, the reason the one with ruffles has all those ruffles? It’s in order to make you look like you’re just fat. The people who make wedding dresses aren’t stupid. They know how to hide what needs to get hidden,” he said. He sighed. “And so do I, right?”

She sat on the bed, the springs creaking under her weight. Hers and the baby’s.

“I always imagined the day I got married, you know? The dress I’d wear. How pretty I’d look. Kind of stupid, eh?”

It was four thirty, and the winter sun spilled through the window, ruddy and dim. She could feel the cold radiating from the window. It never got this cold in Florida. Jay stayed where he was long enough that she was afraid he’d walk away. When he stepped toward her, she felt relief and dread. Relief because he was going to sit beside her and take her hand. Dread because she saw in the way he held himself that he didn’t want to. The bed creaked more, the mattress pressing them closer to each other. He took her hand.

“This isn’t what you wanted,” he said. “It’s not what I wanted either. We’re solidly in plan B territory. But it won’t be like this forever. I can get back. And you can help me. It’s going to be okay.”

“I love you, Jaybird,” she said.

“You’re a beautiful girl, Carla mine,” he said. He stroked her cheek and she leaned into his touch. He kissed her just like she knew he would, and for a few seconds they were who they’d been before. Two young Christians deeply in love. He pressed his forehead against her temple. His smile was so close, she could barely see it, but she knew it was there. It made everything better. Not right, but better. His hand slipped onto her breast.

“When exactly do you have to meet your dad and Pastor Michael?” Carla asked.

“An hour.”

“You think maybe you ought to . . .”

He pressed back against her. The bed protested.

“Jay,” she said. “The baby.”

He sighed, nodded, stood.

“It’s just that, with your family coming in, I don’t think we’ll have much private time for a while.”

“You can wait until after the wedding,” she said, and the words were sharper than she’d meant them to be. Harder. And worse, she didn’t regret them.

She stayed in the bedroom watching the light die in the west while Jay washed his hands, found the car keys, and ate a container of strawberry yoghurt standing in front of the old, green refrigerator. The sound of traffic from the street was like an echo from another world. He didn’t say good-bye when he left. The front door only opened and then closed. She watched him get in the car, the dome light on him like a halo for a moment, and then darkness. The engine roared and squeaked. A belt was slipping. Jay didn’t know how to fix that kind of thing, so he just put up with it. The headlights came on, and the father of her child, her soon-to-be husband—the man she would wake up beside for the rest of her life—pulled out into the street. He either gunned the engine out of anger or just to keep the old car from stalling. She didn’t know which.

With him gone, she watched the neighbor’s Christmas lights glow. Christmas day was gone, and they’d probably stay up until after New Year’s. She tried to take some joy in them, then turned on the TV just for noise. She didn’t care what was on. She texted her best friend from Orlando, but she didn’t get an answer. She screwed around online, playing stupid games on Facebook and trying not to think. They wouldn’t come in until the day before the wedding. Her parents. Her sister. Her brothers, except Carlos, because he’d just started a new job and couldn’t get the time off to go to Wichita to watch his slut little sister’s shotgun wedding. She clicked on a link and a grinning cartoon goat popped up asking her to confirm her in-app purchase and she hit Cancel, pushed at her eyes with the back of her hand, and clicked over to the fashion news. It was just the baby making her emotional. Everything would get better when the wedding was over. And better than that when she gave birth and she could hold her son.

She wished they could have stayed in Orlando. It killed Jay to go back to his family and ask for help, but there weren’t a lot of jobs in Florida right now, and the money Carla made as a paralegal would just about cover the day care she’d need in order to work. If they were here, Jay’s parents could help out, and not just with babysitting. His dad went to church with the landlord of the new apartment. The place was ragged and worn and it smelled like old ant poison, but it was cheap. Cheaper than it would have been for someone else. Jay had other friends. Connections. He’d grown up here. It was his town. If they couldn’t make it here, they couldn’t make it anywhere. He had laughed a little when he said that, but she could hear the distance in it.

It had been so sweet when it started. Jay was a gentle man. Kind and strong and funny. And he’d looked pretty damn good in his swim trunks. They met through the church. He’d just moved away from his family for the first time, and the joy he took in being on his own shone in him like a lamp. He hadn’t been wild. He didn’t go out drinking or anything like that. But there was a sense of freedom about him. Of possibility. That had probably been better than the swim trunks. It had all seemed so easy at the time. One thing had just led to another, and then there they’d been, naked and sweating on top of the nubbly orange bedspread, and her praying right then that she’d get away with it. Other girls did. She could too.

Only she couldn’t.

The baby shifted uneasily, pressing against her from the inside. Hunger gnawed at her, but she knew how it would go. She’d stand at the refrigerator, wanting steak or liver and onions—she’d always hated liver and onions, but not now—and there would only be noodles and lunch meat. Leftover casserole that Jay’s mother had left for them. She’d stand there with the cold air pushing at her just like the December chill from the windows until she gave up and ate something. Anything. Then, about thirty minutes later on, she’d puke and go to sleep.

Might as well cut out the middle part.

She turned off the computer and the TV and went into the empty bedroom. Her body felt too heavy. Not like she was fat, but like someone had turned gravity up too high. She wondered what was taking Jay so long. It had to be nine, nine thirty by now. The city outside her window was black as midnight.

The little glowing alarm clock by the bed said it was six forty-five. The night had hardly even begun. Carla kicked off her shoes, pulled back the covers, and clambered into the bed. She’d have to get up later. She’d have to eat and shower and brush her teeth and put on a nightgown. For right now, pressing her head into the dust-smelling pillow with her clothes still on—her dress that didn’t make her look fat, just pregnant—felt like the best and only thing to do. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t fall asleep. Or if she did, not deeply. She dreamed she was in her old place in Orlando, looking out a bathroom window that wasn’t there in the real world. Someone was outside it, looking in. A man with a round, bald head and a bright smile. In the dream, she knew she should have been scared of him, but he looked so nice.

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