Arcana Rising
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VIII. Strength, Mistress of Fauna (Lark)
IX. The Hermit, Master of Alchemy (Arthur)
X. Fortune, Lady of Fate Luck (Zara)
XI. Justice, She Who Harrows (Spite)
XII. The Hanged Man, Our Lord Uncanny (??)
“The Justice Card was known as the Fury,” Aric said. “Her title, She Who Harrows, is the same.”
Lark updated the list. “What were Spite’s powers?”
“She was a fanged demoness with batlike wings and the ability to spit acid. Strangely, her acid wouldn’t rise when we faced off.”
“A Bagman might have bitten her,” I said. “Sol talked about a card whose powers were neutralized.”
“By the way, boss”—Lark’s eyes grew tinged with animal red—“I officially called Fortune’s kill. Zara and her stupid choppers are mine.”
He raised his brows. “Good luck with that. You’ll need all the luck you can get.”
“What are the Hanged Man’s powers?” I tried to remember more about that player.
“I don’t know,” Aric admitted. “I’ve never faced him, nor seen him mentioned in any chronicles I’ve read. The Star had his icon in the last game. But did the Arcane Navigator take it himself, or harvest it from another?” Aric rotated his shot glass on his desk blotter. “The Hanged Man remains a mystery. That is why he’s called uncanny. In this game, all have been accounted for, but for him.”
“Then he’s the inactivated card?” One Arcana was dormant—until he or she killed another player. “Matthew told me to beware of that player but wouldn’t reveal an identity.” He’d just said, Don’t ask, if you ever want to know. Merely thinking of Matthew made my anger churn. “Of course, the Fool’s a cowardly liar, so I’m not banking on anything he said.”
Both Aric and Lark looked surprised by my tone.
How could they be? Seething, I turned my attention back to the page.
XIII. Death, the Endless Knight (Aric)
XIV. Temperance, Collectress of Sins (Calanthe)
XV. The Devil, Foul Desecrator (Ogen)
XVI. The Tower, Lord of Lightning (Joules)
XVII. The Star, Arcane Navigator
XVIII. The Moon, Bringer of Doubt (Selena)
Just as I’d reduced Selena and Jack to epitaphs, Lark had reduced the Moon to a scratched-out name. Because of Richter, Selena had been banished to history.
XIX. The Sun, Hail the Glorious Illuminator (Sol)
XX. Judgment, the Archangel (Gabriel)
XXI. The World, This Unearthly One (Tess)
Oh, God, they hadn’t heard.
“I had a scout on Tess for a while,” Lark said. “She’s possibly the nicest person I’ve ever stalked.”
“Her powers will suffer this game, becoming unstable,” Aric said. “She needs mass amounts of calories to wield her abilities, and there’s little food out in the wastelands.”
Voice thick, I said, “The World is . . . gone.”
“You mean dead?” Lark’s lips parted. “Did Richter get her icon? Figures it’d be him!”
I shook my head. “Her death was an accident. Joules or Gabriel must have her icon.” In the case of an Arcana’s accidental death, the closest player would receive it.
“What happened?” Aric asked, with what might have been sympathy in his eyes.
“I believe Tess reversed time, and her power got away from her.” At Lark’s frown, I explained, “Each minute she went back in time drained her. Her corpse was wasted, the way it looked when she reversed time before. She loved to help so much. . . .”
Lark folded up her list and pocketed it. “You saw her body? Gabe and Joules just left her to rot?”
“Someone had buried her in Fort Arcana.”
“What’d you do, Eves, go grave-digging?”
Aric had once told Jack, If you can’t speak your deeds, then don’t do them. “I . . . did. I had to know if it was Tess’s grave—if reversing time was an option or not.” Yet more evidence of my love for Jack.
I glanced at Aric. His eyes had turned cold as ash.
Lark made a sound of disbelief. “Damn, girl, you went to the mat, huh?”
It hadn’t mattered. I hadn’t been able to change fate. Did that mean I never would be able to alter the course of my life? Would I always fail—because I had zero control over my own destiny?
I was learning a lesson, painfully: maybe fate couldn’t be changed.
And we were all fated to fight. Or die.
When Aric and I just stared at each other, Lark muttered a curse. “I forgot you two have . . . unresolved issues.”
My need for revenge overshadowed everything. The Emperor was all I could think about now. I felt as if I hadn’t taken a real breath since the massacre, hadn’t truly slept between nightmares. All-business, I asked Aric, “What do you think Richter will do next?”
Aric’s demeanor was equally emotionless. “In time, he and his alliance will locate us. If Fortune finds another helicopter, she could fly the Emperor here when he is at full power. If she acquires a military helicopter, she could fire on us herself, even deploying missiles. But Fauna’s creatures will be our sentries, alerting us to any attack in advance.”
Lark lifted her chin. “Damn straight.”
Her animals would be our PEWS, a perimeter early warning system. Jack had taught me about that the day my mother had died. The day we’d burned down Haven and escaped together.
IX. The Hermit, Master of Alchemy (Arthur)
X. Fortune, Lady of Fate Luck (Zara)
XI. Justice, She Who Harrows (Spite)
XII. The Hanged Man, Our Lord Uncanny (??)
“The Justice Card was known as the Fury,” Aric said. “Her title, She Who Harrows, is the same.”
Lark updated the list. “What were Spite’s powers?”
“She was a fanged demoness with batlike wings and the ability to spit acid. Strangely, her acid wouldn’t rise when we faced off.”
“A Bagman might have bitten her,” I said. “Sol talked about a card whose powers were neutralized.”
“By the way, boss”—Lark’s eyes grew tinged with animal red—“I officially called Fortune’s kill. Zara and her stupid choppers are mine.”
He raised his brows. “Good luck with that. You’ll need all the luck you can get.”
“What are the Hanged Man’s powers?” I tried to remember more about that player.
“I don’t know,” Aric admitted. “I’ve never faced him, nor seen him mentioned in any chronicles I’ve read. The Star had his icon in the last game. But did the Arcane Navigator take it himself, or harvest it from another?” Aric rotated his shot glass on his desk blotter. “The Hanged Man remains a mystery. That is why he’s called uncanny. In this game, all have been accounted for, but for him.”
“Then he’s the inactivated card?” One Arcana was dormant—until he or she killed another player. “Matthew told me to beware of that player but wouldn’t reveal an identity.” He’d just said, Don’t ask, if you ever want to know. Merely thinking of Matthew made my anger churn. “Of course, the Fool’s a cowardly liar, so I’m not banking on anything he said.”
Both Aric and Lark looked surprised by my tone.
How could they be? Seething, I turned my attention back to the page.
XIII. Death, the Endless Knight (Aric)
XIV. Temperance, Collectress of Sins (Calanthe)
XV. The Devil, Foul Desecrator (Ogen)
XVI. The Tower, Lord of Lightning (Joules)
XVII. The Star, Arcane Navigator
XVIII. The Moon, Bringer of Doubt (Selena)
Just as I’d reduced Selena and Jack to epitaphs, Lark had reduced the Moon to a scratched-out name. Because of Richter, Selena had been banished to history.
XIX. The Sun, Hail the Glorious Illuminator (Sol)
XX. Judgment, the Archangel (Gabriel)
XXI. The World, This Unearthly One (Tess)
Oh, God, they hadn’t heard.
“I had a scout on Tess for a while,” Lark said. “She’s possibly the nicest person I’ve ever stalked.”
“Her powers will suffer this game, becoming unstable,” Aric said. “She needs mass amounts of calories to wield her abilities, and there’s little food out in the wastelands.”
Voice thick, I said, “The World is . . . gone.”
“You mean dead?” Lark’s lips parted. “Did Richter get her icon? Figures it’d be him!”
I shook my head. “Her death was an accident. Joules or Gabriel must have her icon.” In the case of an Arcana’s accidental death, the closest player would receive it.
“What happened?” Aric asked, with what might have been sympathy in his eyes.
“I believe Tess reversed time, and her power got away from her.” At Lark’s frown, I explained, “Each minute she went back in time drained her. Her corpse was wasted, the way it looked when she reversed time before. She loved to help so much. . . .”
Lark folded up her list and pocketed it. “You saw her body? Gabe and Joules just left her to rot?”
“Someone had buried her in Fort Arcana.”
“What’d you do, Eves, go grave-digging?”
Aric had once told Jack, If you can’t speak your deeds, then don’t do them. “I . . . did. I had to know if it was Tess’s grave—if reversing time was an option or not.” Yet more evidence of my love for Jack.
I glanced at Aric. His eyes had turned cold as ash.
Lark made a sound of disbelief. “Damn, girl, you went to the mat, huh?”
It hadn’t mattered. I hadn’t been able to change fate. Did that mean I never would be able to alter the course of my life? Would I always fail—because I had zero control over my own destiny?
I was learning a lesson, painfully: maybe fate couldn’t be changed.
And we were all fated to fight. Or die.
When Aric and I just stared at each other, Lark muttered a curse. “I forgot you two have . . . unresolved issues.”
My need for revenge overshadowed everything. The Emperor was all I could think about now. I felt as if I hadn’t taken a real breath since the massacre, hadn’t truly slept between nightmares. All-business, I asked Aric, “What do you think Richter will do next?”
Aric’s demeanor was equally emotionless. “In time, he and his alliance will locate us. If Fortune finds another helicopter, she could fly the Emperor here when he is at full power. If she acquires a military helicopter, she could fire on us herself, even deploying missiles. But Fauna’s creatures will be our sentries, alerting us to any attack in advance.”
Lark lifted her chin. “Damn straight.”
Her animals would be our PEWS, a perimeter early warning system. Jack had taught me about that the day my mother had died. The day we’d burned down Haven and escaped together.
