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 Karen Marie Moning

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Black wings, Tara, Kat says. As in black magic, as in deadly. He was dangerous before. Hes a thousand times worse now. The King never should have let him read the whole Book. He should have stopped him.
Mac said the King didnt want to leave the Sinsar Dubh split up, says Colleen. He was worried we wouldnt be able to keep it locked down in two places.
I dig around in a pocket of the backpack I always got over a shoulderyou never know what you might need when, and Im always on the goand pull out another Snickers bar. Theres that fecking name again. Eating soothes the bruise Im getting from repeated sucker-punches to my belly.
We couldnt keep it locked down when it was in only one place, Kat says.
Because Rowena let it out, Val says.
I learned that part of the story earlier this morning, listening to sidhe-seers talking in the showers. When the Sinsar Dubh took possession of Rowena last night, that person Im not naming killed her. But not before Ro bragged about how she set the Sinsar Dubh free. And still, some folks are talking about having a service for the old bat! I say the Grand Mistress of the sidhe-sheep is dead. Hoo-fecking-rah! Break out the cake and party hats!
It weakened Rowena, Kat says.
Rowena was born weak. Power-hungry witch.
Maybe Cruce will weaken us, Kat says.
I plaster a sigh around a bite of candy bar and swallow it. The new temporary leader of the abbey and interim Grand Mistress of sidhe-seers around the world just made a big mistake. I learned a thing or two from that unnamed person when we used to hang together. Sidhe-sheep need a firm hand. Not firm like Ros, which was bullying, belittling, and tyrannical, but firm in a way that doesnt make the herd stampede. Fear and doubt are major stampeders. Kat should have said something like what a good thing it was they were all so much stronger than Rowena. Even a kid can see whats going on in the room down there. The sidhe-seers are afraid. Rowena is dead. Dublin is a riot-ravaged mess filled with monsters. One of the good guys turned out to be the bad guy. Their lives changed too quickly in too many ways for them to deal with. Theyre easy targets to be swayed by the most persuasive, strongest leader, and that means Kat needs to become one, fast.
Before somebody a lot less capable and kind does.
Somebody like Margery, whos even now watching the crowd through narrowed eyes, like shes got a thermometer up its butt, taking its temperature. Shes a year older than Kat, and was part of Ros inner circle when the old witch was alive. Shes not going to put up with a changing of the guard that doesnt include her. Shell make trouble every chance she gets. I hope Kat knows how treacherous she can be. Anyone that was everclose to Ro for longer than likeone secondhas something seriously scary about her. I know. I was closest to her of all. Sidhe-sheep politics. Dude, I hate them. They tangle you up like sticky spiderwebs. I love living on my own!
Still, I miss the abbey every now and then. Especially when I think about them baking cookies and stuff. Hearing voices in the background when you doze is nice. Knowing even if you are misunderstood, you arent totally alone in the world isnt the worst thing.
Kats right: the Sinsar Dubh we used to have locked up and magicked down beneath our abbey is nothing compared to what weve got under our floorboards now.
The problem is it doesnt look like the Sinsar Dubh anymore.
All of the darkest magic and power of the Fae race is no longer trapped between the covers of a book. Its in the body of a Fae prince in all his naked, winged glory. And if youve never seen a Fae prince before, thats one jaw-dropping, eye-popping, mind-scrambling amount of glory.
Its only a matter of time before somebody sets him free.
Kat hasnt even made her way around to the killer-critical fact yet: lots of people know hes down there now, crammed to the gills with every last bit of the deadly magic of the Fae race.
I know people. Ive seen all the shapes and sizes they come in. Somebodys going to be stupid enough to believe they can control him. Somebodys going to find a way through that ice.
Jericho Barrons is only one of a lot of different folks that hunted the Sinsar Dubh for thousands of years. None of them ever knew where it was. If they had, theyd have descended on our abbey back in the dark ages when a rough-piled, round stone tower was all that concealed the entrance to our underground city. And they would have pulled it, stone from stone, into rubble, until they got what they came for.
Now a whole bunch of humans and Fae know exactly where the most powerful weapon ever created is being stored.
Folks talk.
Soon the whole world is going to know its here.
I snort, imagining hordes descending on us, rioting, raging, brandishing weapons. Stupid sidhe-sheep too busy squabbling about the best way to fight back, to get around to fighting back. I sigh.
Kat glances up.
I stop breathing, hug my knees tight to my chest and stay perfectly still.
After a moment Kat shakes her head and goes back to the conversation.
I sigh again but softer.
She just made her second mistake.
Confronted by something she couldnt explain, she pretended it wasnt there. Dude, ostrich much?
Oh, yeah. Just a matter of time.
I wait a few minutes for things to get heated again, take advantage of the commotion and freeze-frame out.
I love moving the way I do.