Kelly Gay - The Hour of Dust and Ashes

Finally we reached the end and took a path which curved around the enormous base of the rock toward the dark streets of Telmath.

“If I never see another step in my lifetime, I’ll be happy,” Rex muttered.

“Me, too.” I stopped before the path led us behind a house and into what looked liked the dead end of a street. “So I think it’s safe to say they know by now.”

“And the terminal is out,” Hank said, echoing my own thoughts. Going back to the terminal meant the possibility of being detained. If I didn’t have the sylph timeline breathing down my neck, it might be a different story. But as it was, I needed to get home ASAP.

“All right, Rex,” I said, turning to him. “Time to put your jinn memories to work. How do we get back home?” The gates might be the current and law-abiding mode of travel, but in ancient times it was well-known that the jinn had ways of travelling to our world.

He frowned and then scratched his stubbly jaw. “Let me think …” After a long moment he said, “There used to be a jinn temple outside of Tel-math. The Temple of the Moon. There was a portal there …”

“You’re talking thousands of years ago,” Hank said.

“Well, I don’t see you offering anything,” Rex shot back.

“Could you find it again?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, it was a couple hours east of Telmath, through the sand flats. The portal was underground and was kept secret from the nobles … If the temple is still there, the portal might be, too. Those things, once they’re created, are near impossible to destroy.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “Okay, so first we need to find out if the temple still exists. We’ll find out along the way. If it does, then we’ll try it. Agreed? And as soon as we can, we steal a cloak for Bryn to cover the blood and the gag.”

Rex shrugged and readjusted the axe strapped to his back.

I turned to Hank to find he was staring at me. He pulled the hood over his head. The stark intensity in his gaze had darkened the color of his eyes until they appeared nearly black in the dim light. “Hank?”

“We only have one day. If we’re not back in one day, the sylphs8217; ‘gifts’ …”

“Will kill me,” I finished for him quietly. “I know.”

It wasn’t hard to lift a cloak from one of the houses near the dead-end street. It was dark, quiet, and Hank had taken five minutes tops between the time he drifted into the shadows until he returned with something to cover Bryn. Once that was done, we started toward the mouth of Telmath’s cavern.

The smoky, shadowed streets of the city reminded me of the congested atmosphere on Solomon Street back home in Atlanta, only on a grander, darker, otherworldly scale that stretched for miles.

I could easily imagine that I was walking through the crowded streets of some ancient civilization—the sunlight replaced with the dim violet glow of typanum running through the “sky,” the sunbaked houses replaced with gray stone and timbers, and the humans replaced with hulking jinn warriors strutting around, cloaked ghouls peering beneath their hoods, darkling fae weaving effortlessly through the narrow streets …

As we moved through narrow alleys and busy marketplaces, over bridges that spanned rivers and gaping black chasms in the ground, our passage was either ignored or met with curious frowns that passed over us quickly and then were forgotten. I saw humans—more than I’d expected to see—shopping, touring, engaged in dark pursuits. Black crafting was allowed here. So were gambling and prostitution …

In one of the busiest corners we passed, Rex ducked into a storefront that sold what looked to be antiques and artifacts and came back out with a nod. “The temple is still there. In ruins. But there.”

I had no idea what was happening far up on the plateau or if guards had begun searching. But if they were, they were slowed by the vastness of the city, the crowds, and the darkness. Still, I turned and glanced up even though the plateau was too high to see anything.

“Charlie,” Hank said, making me jump.

He stepped aside. I gripped Bryn’s arm tighter and nudged her forward, following Rex and Brim through the dense streets of Telmath as Hank fell in behind us. All the sights, sounds, and scents filled in around us, but we moved as though we were in a bubble of silence. Isolated.

The closer we came to the gaping twenty-story-high mouth of the cavern, the scents slowly changed from tar and earth to dry wood and sand. The humidity disappeared, the air turning arid and hot. Several lonely-looking paths, carrying one or two dusty travelers, led into and out of the city.

All the action was behind us, and in front of us, framed by the massive cavern mouth, was wide-open Charbydon sky. Inky blue and lit with stars. As beautiful as it was, a shiver crept down my spine. Despite the danger back in Telmath, the cavern had provided a sense of insulation and protection. Out here, in the wild … God only knew what awaited us.

As we passed into open air, our strides lengthened and our pace increased, all of us wanting to get as far away from Telmath as possible. Several minutes passed before my fears of getting caught finallyased and I was able to really notice the environment.

A dim, moonlight-like glow bathed the landscape. Everyone called the giant orb hanging in the sky a moon, but it was really a white dwarf star, one that was slowly dying out. Once this “moon” set below the horizon it was blacker than black, and when it rose again it was dim and not nearly—so I’d heard—as bright as in older days. Ahead of us stretched a barren land of shrubs, rocky outcroppings, clumps of stubborn trees, and patches of small flowers in blues and whites.

The road was so soft that fine grains puffed up like smoke as we walked, and the edges were littered with petrified woods and loose rocks.

“We might be able to make it most of the way before the moon sets,” Rex said. “Once it does, this place turns pitch-black, and we’re screwed. And don’t use those lights on your belts. The light draws the predators.”

Great.

The only one who seemed happy to be out here in the wild was Brim. He trotted around us in large serpentine patterns, his nose trailing the ground, investigating, processing the scents, and then coming back in toward us to cross over to the other side. He never disappeared from view.

My feet burned inside of my socks and shoes, and my face felt sticky and grimy. We hiked at a fast clip for at least three miles before I slowed, turning around to check our progress. The mountain that rose up behind us was a jagged behemoth. My jaw dropped. It made the opening of the cavern look like the mouth of a sea bass. Behind the dark, jagged shape were more mountains, an entire range that shot up into the inky sky.

I turned back around and continued on, amazed at what I was seeing—at what I’d seen so far. Bryn muttered something through the gag and jerked her arm. I stopped her and removed the hood and then set to work untying the gag. We were far enough away that her screams wouldn’t be heard. But I shoved the gag into my pocket in case the need arose. She bent over and spit. “God, it’s hot,” she gasped.

“Make any trouble,” I said, “and it’ll be back on.” She didn’t respond. I couldn’t help but wonder if Solomon was still pulling the strings, but right then I didn’t want confirmation. I was tired, too tired to deal with the emotional onslaught that would come if my sister “appeared.”

The image of my baby sister straddling the Abaddon Father, blood sprayed over her front, and that dagger making its way toward her belly, was enough to make me sob. But, right then, all that mattered was making it across the flats, through the portal, and back home.