LOGINThe Name I ScreamedDaria's POVThe journey back felt like it flew by, as if fear had a way of squishing time until all I could remember was the pain of one moment and the dread of the next. Lucius didn’t ease up on the horse for anything, not the fences, not the low-hanging branches that whipped past my faceand I didn’t say a word. I clung to his shoulder with one hand and my ring with the other, as if pressing the stone against my palm could somehow keep whatever was trapped inside it from reaching my daughter before I did.We burst through the gate at a gallop, and I was off the horse before it even came to a complete stop, my knees nearly giving way the instant my boots hit the ground. But I didn’t let them. I ran.The nurse was waiting for me at the door, her face already set in a mask of sorrow, and that alone nearly shattered my heart before I even stepped inside."My lady, I’ve tried everything, I—"I didn’t catch the rest. I was already past her, rushing into the small room w
What the Blood Remembers.Daria’s POV Maive grabbed me under the arms before I hit the ground, and we tumbled through the doors of the coven out into the morning air. I was dimly aware that for the last few minutes my body had been running on something that it shouldn't have, and now that thing was gone.Once out of the coven, I felt pretty weak. Not tired from a long and hard day. More like weak, like the last little remaining flame before it goes out, the last little bit of flame bending to one side. My knees buckled. Maive stood there, watching me, her hands almost, but not quite, touching my shoulders. This almost complete lack of strength scared me more than yelling would have. I don't think I've ever been this weak in my life. Not even after the fever that took three days to walk off or the birth of Harriet have I felt this scraped of strength, as though someone had reached in my chest and taken a huge handful of the thing that had been keeping me standing.All of the years of
The Second BindingDaria’s POVThe first thing I understood was that this time I wasn’t going to be thrown out. Last time it felt like I was getting pushed backwards by a fast final hand. This time the feeling was more like it was arguing with itself. I was lifted by the force, but I was left hanging in the smoke, as if two people were pulling me with their opposite forces and neither one wanted to let go.“Let her go,” Silas shouted. His voice cracked down the middle here for the first time. I never heard him like this, not even when my mom died.“She is not the one giving herself. I am,” the silver light answered him. It started crawling up the walls against the force it should obey. It was against my skin and started with a nice warm feeling and soon turned into something beyond hot that I couldn’t even use a word for. My ring was starting to burn my finger. I looked down, and the stone in it was starting to glow and pulsate along with the silver lights on the walls and with the be
What the Door RemembersDaria's POVThe door opened of its own accord, and the smoke rolled out as it had waited for leave. I coughed, staggered back a step, and pushed forward again. My grandfather’s voice was still coming from somewhere inside, low and strange, wrapping around words I didn’t understand but still somehow felt in my chest.“Silas!” I called out into the dark. The voice ceased. I walked through the doorway. Inside, the air was thick, almost solid, as if you were walking through water instead of smoke. The old stone hall was longer than I remembered. The walls were lined with candles, none of which was lit. The only light was a circle carved into the floor, glowing faint silver, the same silver I had seen crawling up Harriet's arms hours before. I felt sick to my stomach.“Grandfather? " I called again, more gentle this time."Daria." His voice was at the far end of the hall, rough, tired, but his. "You aren't supposed to be here."Inside the circle, I saw him kneeling
What the Smoke Would Not Let Me SayDaria's POVI was afraid. I did not want to show it. I have always learned to be very brave, even when my chest is tight and my hands are shaking. Silas taught me that fear is allowed, but it should never be the first thing people see.The door kept opening on its own, slow, like it was deciding whether I deserved to see what was behind it. Smoke rolled out in thick waves, and within seconds it was too much. I was choking. My throat closed around it, hot and bitter, like breathing in ash from a fire that had never actually burned wood.I could still hear my grandfather's voice from somewhere deep inside, still speaking that strange language, steady and low. I tried to call out to him. I wanted to tell him I was here, that I was coming, that he was not doing this alone. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. Not even a whisper. The smoke had taken my voice the way it was taking my air. I did not stop.Every part of my body told me to turn back, to run do
Smoke and SilenceDaria's POVThe rider did not wait for me to explain anything. He turned his horse around before I could even get on the horse that Maive had brought for me. We rode fast through the dark. The camp fires got smaller and smaller behind us. Soon there was nothing but trees, moonlight and the sound of horses running on the earth.Lucius rode beside me at the time. He was in pain with every bump of the horse. I told him to stay behind two times.. He did not listen to me. By the mile I stopped arguing with him. It is hard to argue with Lucius when he has made up his mind. It is like trying to argue with the ocean.The coven came into view just before the sun came up. It was a group of stone buildings surrounded by big trees. It was looking very much different. The whole place was really quiet. It felt like the coven was holding its breath on purpose. I had only been here a few times when I was a kid. Silas had brought me here on errands that I did not understand. This pla
Lucius POVThe room was a good deal colder than it had been before. I sat on the edge of my bed, and I was holding that old medical file in both hands. I turned the pages with my shaky fingers. The words were necessarily faded, yet, at the same time, obvious enough to destroy all of my knowledge.F
Cracks in the AlphaLucius POVThe daylight cut right through my windows like knives. I banged my forehead, and the normal burn overcame me all over. My breathing was shallow and harsh as I was drowning in my sweat. I attempted to rise and leave the bed, but the room swayed. No… not now. Not in fro
Refuge of RuinsAri's POVThe stone temple was deserted and almost broken, and was in the middle of the forest. In places, the roof was caved in, and thin sunlight entered, and smusseled the floor in the lightest gold. It was stale and dirty and chilly, but it was better than open woods.Harriet an
Council of ShadowsAri's POVThe forest was extremely quiet the following morning. Wow, even what we said sounded strange. Harriet was sitting huddled next to me with her little fingers still clinging to my arm as she felt I might disappear into the night. I touched a strand of her hair away from h







