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Chapters (65)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part One: Full Assembly Required
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Part Two: War
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Part Three: The Well
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Part Four: The Summoning
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Chapter 47
  56. Chapter 48
  57. Chapter 49
  58. Chapter 50
  59. Chapter 51
  60. Chapter 52
  61. Chapter 53
  62. One Week Later
  63. By Eric Van Lustbader
  64. About the Author
  65. Newsletter Sign-up

“Cures, spells, the advice of angels and demons.” Whitman nodded. “I knew that would make you smile.” He put his head against the seatback. “Then there was the kind of help I asked him for. He can see across the divide, from life to death, or, as he refers to it, from this life to the next.” His head bobbed. “Yeah, I don’t think I believed it either, although I have to admit that from the moment I met him some part of me knew he wasn’t full of shit. That was the part he recognized, the part that came to connect us, the part he chose to nurture, teach, allow to grow in strength and knowledge.”

“I imagine the other Alchemists were frightened of your power. Did they kick you out?”

“No. I left them.”

“Why?”

When no answer was forthcoming, Charlie changed direction. “Did Preach tell you what happened to your mother and sister?”

“They told him, he said, from the other side.”

“And you believed him?”

He could read the skepticism on her face. “The people I had been targeting in Iraq were very powerful. They had ties all across the globe, more than I or anyone in Special Forces knew. But Preach knew because my family told him. Sympathizers here in the States, acting on orders from Iraq, abducted my mother and sister, took them into the countryside, and slit their throats.”

“Retribution.”

“That. And a warning.”

“What did you do after you found out?”

“Before I could do anything I got a call from King Cutler. I joined Universal Security Associates, assembled Red Rover, and took the team to Iraq.”

“USA is a military contractor. Cutler allowed you to do that on your own?”

“It was part of our initial negotiation. I wouldn’t have come aboard without that assurance.”

“And what happened over there?”

“We stayed there for six weeks. In that time, we killed twenty-seven members of the cadre that had ordered my family slaughtered. The twenty-eighth—the leader—I saved for myself.”

The plane had started its descent, and they both buckled up. They were almost home.

“You used your dark arts on him,” Charlie said.

Whitman’s eyes cleared as he looked at her, but there was no point in him answering her; she knew.