Caitlin Kittredge - The Mirrored Shard

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Aoife Grayson must face death to win back Dean — the love who was ripped from the Iron Lands of the living when he was shot in the arctic north. But getting to the Deadlands is something that Aoife can't do on her own. And if she can find a way there, Tremaine would surely never allow it. He has sworn to keep her in the Thorn Lands, the fairie home of her mother, Nerissa. But Aoife is determined to find her way out. And she has no trouble if that means she has to kill Tremain and his queen to do it. 

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“Just wake up?” Tesla snorted. “No. Your body is alive but your soul is here, and now that Nylarthotep knows about you, only he can allow you to leave. And he won’t do that unless you bargain with him.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” I screamed. A flight of birds lifted from the marsh at the sound, disappearing into the sky.

Tesla shook his head. “He only let me go because I was useless to him. I hope you’re smarter than I am, Aoife. I really do.”

He started to say more, but his head jerked up at a whisper of sound from behind us, and all at once I was surrounded by the Faceless. Tesla had vanished surely as a vapor.

What do you think you’re doing? one of them hissed at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, putting the appropriate amount of quaver in my voice. It wasn’t hard. “I followed one of those blue lights … I …”

The leader of the Faceless grabbed me by the arm. “Stupid girl,” he growled, dragging me back to the road.

“We reach the place today,” he said. “No more time for you wandering off.”

“I’m sorry,” I said again, but they’d circled me already and didn’t reply.

We walked, but I barely paid attention to my surroundings. My mind was full of what Tesla had told me, and boiled over when I added to the mix the fact that I was never going to get Dean back.

Had never been going to.

Had let myself be blinded by hope and grief.

Was this what had happened to Tesla, after he caused the Storm? Had he become so numb that he simply faded away?

And what waited for me with the Yellow King? According to Tesla, he was the worst thing in the universe. The root of all evil, really.

Waiting for me. Waiting for me to free him, which was something I was almost sure I couldn’t do here, in the Deadlands.

As if losing Dean wasn’t bad enough, a splitting pain ripped through my skull, stopping me in my tracks.

I moaned and lost my footing, going to ground on the gritty roadbed.

The Faceless surrounded me, whispering among themselves, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the pain. It felt like when I’d first tried to make a Gate without any sort of apparatus to support my Weird. Like I was being torn in half and sent to opposite ends of the universe.

Cal and Conrad must be trying to wake me up, I realized through the pain and my own screaming. I writhed in the dust, stinging crystals coating my throat.

But it was as Tesla had said—nothing happened, and after a moment the pain ceased and I was left shaking and nauseated on the road.

“What happened?” one of the Faceless asked their leader.

“I don’t understand humans,” the leader said. “Get her up. Keep walking. The king is expecting us.”

If I hadn’t been sure that Nylarthotep was expecting me before, that this was all part of his plan, I was now.

I was going into the lair of the one all the spirits had warned me about, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to protect myself.

13

The One Who Waits

AS WE WALKED, I detected a subtle change in the landscape around us. The Deadlands were varied and terrifying in every aspect, but now I sensed a shift in the very fabric of reality itself. My Weird made me sensitive to such things. The trees turned in odd directions, the branches curling into spirals. The ground appeared to shimmer and reappear, first as sand, then water, then back to sand.

I sensed the insidious influence of something, someone, on the landscape, on the very physics that made up this twisted mockery of reality that was the Deadlands.

Tesla had been right. Nylarthotep, if this was him, was powerful beyond anyone I had encountered.

I tried not to let that sink me into a panic as we walked on, the landscape shimmering more and more at the edges.

“So when do we get to the palace?” I asked, more to distract myself than to make conversation. The Faceless wouldn’t answer me anyway.

“There is no palace,” the leader said, surprising me. “There is only the view of the Yellow King, or his absence.”

“All right, then,” I muttered. I thought the Fae had loved to be cryptic, to muck around with people’s heads, but they had nothing on the Faceless. Tremaine could take lessons from them.

“If I’m to have an audience with him,” I said loudly, “I am going to have to actually see him.”

“You’re awfully eager for a mortal,” said the Faceless. “To look upon his visage is to endure madness and pain beyond anything you can imagine.”

I stopped, stared into the black hole beneath the creature’s cowl. “You have no idea what I can imagine. Or endure.”

He wheezed something in a language made of whispers and wind. I think he might have been cursing my stubborn refusal to be scared.

“Come,” he said. “We draw near.”

We walked on until the road disappeared, shimmering into a thousand gently glowing lines that contained stars, supernovas, suns—shreds of the universe peeking through tears in reality.

I winced, and forced myself not to put my hands to my temples. Each of the tears felt like a Gate, and my Weird ached to explore them, control them, bend and shape them until they’d take me anywhere I wished to go.

“This is as far as we go,” the Faceless said. “We are creatures of the dead, and what lies beyond …”

A slight wind came from the rifts, ruffling the capes of the Faceless. It almost appeared that they were scared themselves.

I knew I was.

“What lies beyond is not,” I said. “I get it.”

“I don’t understand the living,” the Faceless said. “Why you would voluntarily subject yourself to such a thing?”

“Because sometimes there are things more important than living,” I said.

I stepped forward, away from the creatures, and knew I was no longer speaking solely about Dean. Tesla had shown me that my coming here was never really about Dean, and Chang before him had made it clear too. It was about my inexorable destiny, both as the bringer of destruction and the only one who could reconstruct reality. Because of my Weird, and my position as Gateminder, that would always be my destiny.

I had made a bad bargain once. I had bargained selfishly—the Old Ones’ return for my mother. I’d been selfish here, too, but there was still time to fix it.

All I had to do was strike a good bargain with the worst creature in all the Lands, and I’d be home free.

“No pressure, Aoife,” I muttered to myself as I took another step forward.

The rifts hummed all around me. There was no sound in space, but the sheer power of the cosmos, the background music of the stars and planets, sang to my Weird, urging me to merge with the universe, become stardust.

I ignored it as best I could.

Nylarthotep had to be somewhere beyond these tears in reality. His power was distorting the Deadlands, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still standing on solid ground. Controlling reality was a Fae trick—keep your enemy off-balance, keep control of their reactions. It hadn’t worked when I’d been in the Thorn Land, and it wasn’t going to work now.

As I moved between the star roads, I became aware of a faint sound, of black smoke and dust rising all around me.

“Is it her?”

Her .

Her .

The Gateminder .

The destroyer .

The one who walks between worlds .

I flinched. I hated that name, the name the rebel factions in Lovecraft had coined for me after I blew the Engine trying to make a bad deal with Tremaine.

“I want the king,” I said, loud enough that my voice echoed back at me. “I want Nylarthotep.”

She wants the king .

The king .

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