Shadowfever
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I lift my head from his chest, but barely. For a moment, all I can do is stare down. The floor is pale pink. He has dragged me all the way back to one of the dawn-themed wings. I fumble for my spear. It is gone again.
Awareness returns in slow degrees.
I shove him away.
I warned you, he says coolly, offended by my anger.
Well, bully for him; Im offended by him, too. You didnt tell me enough, just to stay away! You should have told me more!
I do not explain Fae matters to humans. But since you clearly will not obey otherwiseblack floors are his wings. Never enter them. You are not strong enough to survive there. The residue of all that once transpired there still walks those wings. It can trap you. You forced me to come in after you, putting us both at risk!
We glare at each other, breathing hard. Although he is pumped on Unseelie flesh and far stronger because of it than I am, I gave him a hell of a fight. It hadnt been easy getting me out of there.
What were you doing, MacKayla? he says finally, softly.
How did you find me there? I counter.
My brand. You were in extreme distress. The tiny gold flecks in his eyes glitter. You were also extremely aroused.
You can sense my feelings from your brand? I am incensed. He subjects me to violation after violation.
Only intense ones. The princes pinpointed your precise location. Be glad they did. I found you just in time. You were rushing for the black half of the boudoir.
So?
The line that divides the two halves of that chamber is no line. It is a Silver. The largest ever made by the king. It is also the first and most ancient of them, unlike any of the others. When needed, it was used for punishment, to execute. You were running for the Silver that leads straight into the Unseelie Kings bedchamber, in the fortress of black ice, deep in the Unseelie prison. In a few more of your human seconds, you would have been dead.
Dead? I choke out. Why?
Only two in all existence could ever travel through that Silver: the Unseelie King and his concubine. Any other that touches it is instantly killed. Even Fae.
6
The Dani Daily102 Days AWC
I glare down at the sheet of paper, but cept for the title of my rag and the date, nothings coming. Nothings been coming for a feckin hour.
Here I sit in the abbeys dining hall, in the middle of this brainless feckin herd of sidhe-sheep that are so easily led they should wear feckin halters and waggle fluffy sheep asses, and the words just aint coming. And they got to. I gotta take up the slack til Mac gets back. Stupid sheep are back to obeying Ro and shes yanked em back in line again, got em all busy trying to clear the feckin Shades from the abbey.
News flash dudes, I keep telling you,theyre reproducing. They eat, they grow, they split. Like feckin amoebas. I been tracking em. I been watching em so hard I can tell em apart now. Times I play with em, mess with the lights, see how close they can really get to me. Thats how I know so much about em, but nobody listens to me. Only time Im heard is when they read my paper. They dont talk bout it, but everybodys using the Shade-Busters now. Anybody say thanks?
Nope. Not a single good job, Mega, not even the teeniest little acknowledgment that I invented em.
I need Mac. Been nearly a month and Im starting to worry that shes Nah, aint going there.
But where the feck is she? Aint seen her since we broke into the Forbidden Libraries together. She in Faery again? She dont know it, but I read her journal when she was locked up in that cell, Pri-ya, and nobody was paying attention to her stuff cept Ro. She read it, too. But I took it back. Had to know what Ro knew. Its one of my hang-ups: I gotta know everything Ro knows and figure out where shes going fore she goes there. If I can do that, dude, I can run this place!
I know time spent in Faery dont move the same way as time in the real world, so I aint as worried about Mac as I might be. See, Vlanes gone, too, so I figure shes with him.
Weird thing is, I keep stopping by BB&B and it looks like Barrons is gone, too!
Tried to get in to Chesters last night to ask about him, but the stupid feckin feckers bounced me at the door.
Me. The Mega!
I grin and swagger a little in my seat.
It took six of em! Six of Barrons freaky fecks had to work their arses off to keep me out, and we went at it for over an hour.
I wouldnta given up at all but that kinda freeze-framing starves me, and I didnt have enough candy bars crammed in my pockets. Got hungry. Had to eat. Said screw it and left. One of em followed me to Dublins edge, like he thought he was throwing me outta the cityas if! Ill try again soon.
Still, Im getting a little worried.
Where the feck did everybody go? Why aint nobody talking about the LM anymore? Wheres the Sinsar Dubh?
S been quiet, way too quiet, and that creeps the feck outta me. Only other time things got this quiet yeah, welldudethe past aint me.
Whats already happened is for has-beens.
Im all about the future. Tomorrows my day.
Today sure as feck aint. I aint never had it before, but spect I got writers block. Spect its cause I been sitting here watching a couple hundred sidhe-sheep do the equivalent of knit. Got an assembly line set up in the dining hall, making iron bullets. But get thisnot for us!
Awareness returns in slow degrees.
I shove him away.
I warned you, he says coolly, offended by my anger.
Well, bully for him; Im offended by him, too. You didnt tell me enough, just to stay away! You should have told me more!
I do not explain Fae matters to humans. But since you clearly will not obey otherwiseblack floors are his wings. Never enter them. You are not strong enough to survive there. The residue of all that once transpired there still walks those wings. It can trap you. You forced me to come in after you, putting us both at risk!
We glare at each other, breathing hard. Although he is pumped on Unseelie flesh and far stronger because of it than I am, I gave him a hell of a fight. It hadnt been easy getting me out of there.
What were you doing, MacKayla? he says finally, softly.
How did you find me there? I counter.
My brand. You were in extreme distress. The tiny gold flecks in his eyes glitter. You were also extremely aroused.
You can sense my feelings from your brand? I am incensed. He subjects me to violation after violation.
Only intense ones. The princes pinpointed your precise location. Be glad they did. I found you just in time. You were rushing for the black half of the boudoir.
So?
The line that divides the two halves of that chamber is no line. It is a Silver. The largest ever made by the king. It is also the first and most ancient of them, unlike any of the others. When needed, it was used for punishment, to execute. You were running for the Silver that leads straight into the Unseelie Kings bedchamber, in the fortress of black ice, deep in the Unseelie prison. In a few more of your human seconds, you would have been dead.
Dead? I choke out. Why?
Only two in all existence could ever travel through that Silver: the Unseelie King and his concubine. Any other that touches it is instantly killed. Even Fae.
6
The Dani Daily102 Days AWC
I glare down at the sheet of paper, but cept for the title of my rag and the date, nothings coming. Nothings been coming for a feckin hour.
Here I sit in the abbeys dining hall, in the middle of this brainless feckin herd of sidhe-sheep that are so easily led they should wear feckin halters and waggle fluffy sheep asses, and the words just aint coming. And they got to. I gotta take up the slack til Mac gets back. Stupid sheep are back to obeying Ro and shes yanked em back in line again, got em all busy trying to clear the feckin Shades from the abbey.
News flash dudes, I keep telling you,theyre reproducing. They eat, they grow, they split. Like feckin amoebas. I been tracking em. I been watching em so hard I can tell em apart now. Times I play with em, mess with the lights, see how close they can really get to me. Thats how I know so much about em, but nobody listens to me. Only time Im heard is when they read my paper. They dont talk bout it, but everybodys using the Shade-Busters now. Anybody say thanks?
Nope. Not a single good job, Mega, not even the teeniest little acknowledgment that I invented em.
I need Mac. Been nearly a month and Im starting to worry that shes Nah, aint going there.
But where the feck is she? Aint seen her since we broke into the Forbidden Libraries together. She in Faery again? She dont know it, but I read her journal when she was locked up in that cell, Pri-ya, and nobody was paying attention to her stuff cept Ro. She read it, too. But I took it back. Had to know what Ro knew. Its one of my hang-ups: I gotta know everything Ro knows and figure out where shes going fore she goes there. If I can do that, dude, I can run this place!
I know time spent in Faery dont move the same way as time in the real world, so I aint as worried about Mac as I might be. See, Vlanes gone, too, so I figure shes with him.
Weird thing is, I keep stopping by BB&B and it looks like Barrons is gone, too!
Tried to get in to Chesters last night to ask about him, but the stupid feckin feckers bounced me at the door.
Me. The Mega!
I grin and swagger a little in my seat.
It took six of em! Six of Barrons freaky fecks had to work their arses off to keep me out, and we went at it for over an hour.
I wouldnta given up at all but that kinda freeze-framing starves me, and I didnt have enough candy bars crammed in my pockets. Got hungry. Had to eat. Said screw it and left. One of em followed me to Dublins edge, like he thought he was throwing me outta the cityas if! Ill try again soon.
Still, Im getting a little worried.
Where the feck did everybody go? Why aint nobody talking about the LM anymore? Wheres the Sinsar Dubh?
S been quiet, way too quiet, and that creeps the feck outta me. Only other time things got this quiet yeah, welldudethe past aint me.
Whats already happened is for has-beens.
Im all about the future. Tomorrows my day.
Today sure as feck aint. I aint never had it before, but spect I got writers block. Spect its cause I been sitting here watching a couple hundred sidhe-sheep do the equivalent of knit. Got an assembly line set up in the dining hall, making iron bullets. But get thisnot for us!
