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  • Twilight's Dawn(Black Jewels,Book 9)(108) by Anne Bishop
  • *Jaenelle is going in as a Healer?* she asked on a Gray thread.

    *Yes,* he replied.

    *Then I’ll protect Jaenelle, and you and Ladvarian take care of the rest.*


    Letting Jaenelle and Ladvarian explain the situation, Daemon lifted the Coach off the landing web, caught the Black Winds, and raced toward a village on the border of Little Terreille.

    Sylvia fought her way up from a sludgy kind of sleep. Her legs were filled with a dull, draining ache, and her eyes wouldn’t open. She couldn’t remember where she was or why she felt so strange, but she knew her boys were in danger and needed her. She knew that much.

    Then she remembered all of it—the attack, the pain, telling Tildee to run, and Beron coming to help her instead of running away.

    Tildee would get Mikal to a safe hiding place. But Beron . . .

    She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. Her body didn’t work.

    She’d died in those moments when her attacker flung her far into the garden. But that had been the body’s death. The Blood had the ability to survive beyond the physical death and become demon-dead.

    How long did it usually take to make the transition? Minutes? Hours? How much time had passed?

    Her vision was cloudy. Her hearing returned halfway. Was this normal?

    That bastard who attacked her was demon-dead. That was why he smelled like rotting meat. Had she managed to damage him at all?

    Her fingers twitched. A few moments later, she was able to fist both hands.

    Blood was the living river, and through it flowed the power that made the Blood who and what they were—and it was that power that sustained the flesh after the transformation to demon-dead. Dead flesh wasn’t capable of renewing the power, which was why the demon-dead drank the blood of the living.

    She had died before completely draining her Purple Dusk Jewel, but there wasn’t much power left, so her Birthright Summer-sky was sustaining her body right now. Once the power completely drained from both Jewels, the final death would occur, and her Self would become a whisper in the Darkness—and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to protect her family from a faceless enemy.

    *Beron?* she whispered, not sure if the lack of response meant he was too far away to hear her or meant that he too was dead.

    She felt too exposed to send out a psychic call for help that might alert the people in the house to her location. If they weren’t looking for her yet, they would be, for no other reason than to make sure she couldn’t tell anyone about what happened.

    Sylvia pushed herself to a sitting position. She wasn’t sure how much power was needed to sustain dead flesh, but she didn’t think she had a lot of time.

    If all she wanted to do was gasp out a last message, Halaway would be the prudent destination. But her boys had been lured to this estate in order to be that monster’s prey, so she needed the help of someone who knew the demon-dead and could help her survive long enough to destroy that nameless, faceless enemy.

    She needed Saetan.

    Using Craft, she floated through the gardens, keeping low to the ground, moving away from garbled sounds that might have been people shouting or dogs barking. When she found a tether line for the White Wind, she caught it and headed north, carefully shifting to a darker Wind whenever she could until she was riding the Purple Dusk Wind to the Keep.

    Dropping from the Black Winds, Daemon aimed the Coach at the estate that was a couple of miles from a village on the border of Little Terreille. He didn’t intend to announce his presence until he was right on top of the problem, but since the District Queen who ruled this village didn’t live here, he reached for the males in her home village and let his voice thunder a message through a psychic spear thread: *Get here. Now.*

    Once he landed the Coach and let his Black power roll over the land, they would know where to find him—and they would do everything they could to accommodate him, because they, and their Queen, wouldn’t want him looking in their direction. Not when his temper had turned cold and he was riding the killing edge.

    The door to the driver’s compartment slid open. Jaenelle said, “We need to find Beron and Sylvia. Mikal should be safe with Tildee.”

    *I will find Beron,* Ladvarian said. *I can run faster, and I can smell him, even if he is hiding.*

    Daemon didn’t argue, since the dog was right. He wrapped the Coach in a Black sight shield as they approached the estate.

    “Front door?” he asked, glancing back as Surreal moved up to join them. Both women now wore trousers, boots, and body-hugging tops that wouldn’t get in the way of fighting or healing.

    “Front door,” Jaenelle agreed.

    “I’m not sensing anyone in the front lower rooms,” Surreal said. “There are clusters of people in the upper rooms. We should go in fast and quiet.”

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