Good, then listen well. Because of our wounds and the sorcerers power, the spell turned warped as your mother and I cast it. The magic has sent you and your brothers and sister far away, as we intended, but it has also tied the four of you to the castle and begun a countdown. When this count enters its final four nightsand not before thenyou must all return to the island, retake the castle and kill the Blood Sorcerer. If you do not, you will die and Elden will be lost. But you must wait until the time is right.
Dayns breath rasped in his lungs; his mind spun. How will I know? Gods, was this really happening?
A woman will come to guide you home. The countdown begins when she arrives and ends on the fourth night. You must let her guide you, but remember: stay true to yourself and know your priorities. Promise me that.
A sob backed up in his throat. I promise. Gods, Father He was cut off as the tornado suddenly accelerated with a roar. Seconds later, he was flying away from the calm center and back out toward the whipping wall of air. No! he howled as the wind grabbed him, latched on and flung him forward into the spin. In an instant he was moving, tumbling over and over, leaving him to shout into the roaring wind, Im sorry I wasnt there to help fight!
Thunder cracked and energy detonated inside him, searing his flesh and driving the breath from his lungs. Pain consumed him, convulsed him, as his body suddenly sought to tear itself apart from the inside out. Flesh and muscle ripped; sinews snapped from one place to another and his bones bent. There was a sharp jolt, and agony javelined through him, so terrible that he screamed and his senses went dim for a few seconds.
Then, between one second and the next, the howling stopped and the tornado disappeared, blinking out of existence as if it had never been. He hung for a second facedown in midair, eight or ten feet above a grassy clearing surrounded by strange stone pillars. Then his weight returned and he fell.
Son of a He hit hard, with a rushing boom of impact that made his eyes blur, his ears ring and his brain spin. Surely that explained why, as he struggled to his hands and knees, the world around him seemed too bright, the sky too pale, the trees too tall. But no head injury could explain the cold that cut through his tunic or the way he could see his breath on the air. Or why the sky was a strange color and the ringed stones and tall, thin trees didnt look like anything hed ever seen before.
Where was he? Had the spell sent him to the High Reaches? Even farther? Gods, what if he was all the way out by the Barrens? It would take him months to get home. His father had said he needed to wait for a woman guide and a four-night countdown that started when she arrived, but impatience stirred at the thought. What if he didnt wait? What if he returned on his own? He was a hunter, a Forestal. If anyone could make it safely through the kingdoms alone, it was him. What if
He jolted when movement blurred in his peripheral vision, and his pulse thudded thickly in his ears as he turned, hoping to see his guide.
Instead, men emerged from the trees. One was a gangly youth in his late teens, while the other appeared to be in his third or fourth decade. They shared long-nosed, forbidding features that suggested they were related, and they wore brightly colored clothing that wasnt made of any hide or textile Dayn had ever seen before. The strange fabric crinkled like parchment when they moved, coming toward him.
Dayn dragged himself to his feet, belatedly realizing that the magic had stripped him of everything but his clothing, leaving him unarmed and wearing only the common laborers homespun he favored. But if he was in hostile territory, that was probably for the best. He needed to lay low and keep his true identity hidden until he knew whether it was safe for him to reveal himself as a prince of Elden.
Ho, there, the older man called. Dont be afraid. Were here to help you. Aside to the younger man, he said, Okay, pop quiz. What do you make of him?
Dayn frowned. He understood the mans hard-edged, almost guttural accent, but what was a pop quiz?
Ho, there, the older man called. Dont be afraid. Were here to help you. Aside to the younger man, he said, Okay, pop quiz. What do you make of him?
Dayn frowned. He understood the mans hard-edged, almost guttural accent, but what was a pop quiz?
Well, the outfit says hes from the kingdom realm. The teens teeth flashed. Or maybe a human renaissance faire. But Im going with the kingdoms. Homespun, nothing fancy, no weapons? Probably just a regular guy who stumbled into a vortex with zero clue what just happened. I say we drug him and send him home, no harm, no foul.
Im not sure about that. Theres something in his eyes.
You know how most of them are when they come through. Hell, half of them are so whacked from the trip that they dont need the drugs. I bet thats his deal. I mean the kingdomites dont believe in science, never mind the realms or realm travel, so its not like hes got any point of reference to start from.
Maybe. The older man paused at the edge of the stone ring. You, there. What is your name, and who is your king?
King Dayn broke off as his throat closed on the knowledge that the answer wasnt Aelfric anymore. His older brother was the rightful king now. Gods, Nicolai. Where are you? What has happened to us all?
See? the youth said. He doesnt remember jack shit.
Language, youngling, the older one chided. Youve been spending too much time with the human guests again.
Better to borrow from the humans than the kingdoms. Theyre backward, their magic is unpredictable and half of them are led by those foul bloodsucking parasites. The teen made a gesture near his heart, as if warding off evil.
Dayn was suddenly very glad that hed been unable to name his king. Where was he that blood drinkers were reviled so?
Before he could figure out how to ask the question, a blur flew out of the woods and came toward the men: a gangling, puppyish creature with gray-buff fur. It wasnt until it skidded to a halt, furiously wagging its tail in greeting, that Dayn saw the pale reddish saddle and the hint of a golden stripe. He couldnt hide his flinch at that, or his gasp when the young wolfyn reared up on hind legs that became suddenly fluid as its outline stretched straight and tall and its fur shimmered all overand then became strange, shiny blue fabric, glossy black boots and gloves and the pale oval of a boys face.
Dayn stared, stunned. Dear gods, it was true. The wolfyn were shape-shifters. Did that mean that the other stories were true, too? Was this their homeland?
The childs eyes were alight with curiosity, his features a younger version of the others. Aw, I missed a vortex? Bummer. Where did he come from? Is he staying?
The teen tousled the youngsters reddish-buff hair. Were working on it. Though Id say from his reaction just now, we can safely say hes from the kingdoms.
The older mans eyes narrowed. Question is whether or not hes one of those murderous bloodsucking bastards or not. He and the others moved forward, stepping into the circle drawn out by the standing stones.
Dayns heart thudded but he held his ground and willed his secondary canines deep into hiding, so not even their small bumps could be felt if the men checked his gums. Because if they figured out who and what he truly was, he wouldnt live long enough to return home.
CHAPTER ONE
Twenty years later
Human realm
REDA WESTON STALLED on the sidewalk outside the Cat Black Curiosity Shop with her hand on the latch and her stomach in knots.
The wide-eyed reflection that stared back from the tinted window wasnt anyone she recognized. Yes, the stranger had a wavy red-shot ponytail the same as hers, and she was wearing the ratty jeans and beat-up leather jacket Reda had pulled out of her closet that morning because there was no reason for her to dress like a cop these days. And yeah, those were her deep blue eyes at the back of the dark hollows that had taken up permanent residence. But if that was her, what the hell was she doing?
Normally, she wouldnt go anywhere near the kitschy magic, witchcraft and whatnot shops that lined the Salem waterfront unless someone called 9-1-1but then again, normal circumstances had hit the bricks six weeks earlier. And she had asked MacEvoy, the owner of Cat Black, to find the book for her.
Its here, his phone message had said. And if you liked the picture you bought, youre going to love the rest of it.
Like it? Heck, shed spent the past four days staring at the framed woodcutting of a dark, eerie forest of gnarled and twisted trees, with just a hint of eyes in the shadows. More, she had dreamed about the imageand others like it.
A clatter startled her and she flinched for the weapon she wasnt carrying, then winced when she saw that the noise had come from the shaking of her hand on the door latch. Worse, she didnt know how long she had been standing there.
Dont be surprised if you have sleep disturbances, panic attacks, behavioral changes, even compulsions, the department shrink had told her. And yeah, shed had all of the aboveexcept for the last one. This was her first full-blown compulsion. Or rather, the strange urge that practically dragged her into the creepy-ass store earlier in the week had been the first. This was her second. And it was much stronger.
Its not the same book, she told herself. Its just another copy. Except that her maman had said it was one of a kind. Youre just transferring, trying to solve something thats solvable because you know the real stuff isnt. That was the practical part of her talking, her fathers daughter. And suddenly she saw the major in the shape of the blue eyes that stared back at her, and in the ramrod posture that made her look taller than her true five-six. Inwardly, though, her mothers voice whispered, At least take a look. What have you got to lose?
My sanity, she muttered under her breath, ignoring the ache that fisted beneath her heart. She hesitated another moment, then shook her head and pushed through the door, causing a distant bell to ring in the back of the cluttered shop.