“You’ll still be dead,” Surreal said hoarsely. As she saw the shadows in the garden beginning to take shape, she tried to stop, tried to turn and run, but her legs wouldn’t obey her.

Jaenelle shrugged. “I’ve walked among the cildru dyathe. Hell doesn’t frighten me.”

“She’s too old to be one of us,” said a voice Surreal knew had come, at one time, from a poorer section of Beldon Mor.

Surreal turned. A few minutes ago, seeing a girl walking toward her in a bloody dress with her throat slit would have been a shock. Now it was something her numbed mind cataloged as simply part of Briarwood.

“This is Rose,” Jaenelle said to Surreal. “She’s demon-dead.”

“It’s not so bad,” Rose said, shrugging. “Except I can only cause trouble now after the sun goes down.” She laughed. It was a ghastly sound. “And when I tickle a lollipop, it makes them feel so queer.”

Jaenelle plucked at Surreal’s sleeve. Her smile was sweetly vicious. “Come. Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

Surreal followed Jaenelle to the garden, grateful that Rose had disappeared.

Jaenelle’s giggle held the echo of madness. “This is the carrot patch. This is where they bury the redheads.”

Two redheaded girls sat side by side in blood-soaked dresses.

“They don’t have any hands,” Surreal said quietly. She felt feverish and slightly dizzy.

“Myrol wasn’t behaving for an uncle and he hurt her. Rebecca hit him to make him stop hurting Myrol, and when he hit Rebecca, Myrol started hitting him, too.” Jaenelle was silent for a moment. “No one even tried to stop the bleeding. They’d been bought from a poor family, you see. Their parents never expected them back, so it didn’t make any difference.” Jaenelle gestured toward the whole garden filled with misty shapes. “None of them were asked about. They ‘ran away’ or ‘disappeared.’”

They walked to the end of the garden.

Surreal frowned. “Why are some of them easy to see and others so misty?”

“It depends on how long they’ve been here, how strong they were when they died. Rose was the only one strong enough to become cildru dyathe who wanted to stay. The other cildru dyathe have gone to the Dark Realm. Char will look after them. These girls have always been ghosts, too strong to slip into the ever-night but not strong enough to move away from where their bodies lay.” Jaenelle nodded to the girl at the end of the garden. To Surreal’s eyes, she looked more vivid, more “real” than Jaenelle. “This is Dannie.” Jaenelle’s voice quivered with pain. “They served her leg for dinner one night.”

Surreal ran for the nearby bushes and retched. When she turned around, the garden was empty. A low wind swept over the snow, wiping away her footprints. When it was done, there was only the building, the empty lawn, and the garden with its secrets.

4 / Terreille

Daemon Sadi watched the sun rise.

All through the long, long night, he’d listened along the Black threads of a psychic web he’d created around Beldon Mor for any disturbance, any indication that Jaenelle might be in danger. Without using the Black Jewels to aid him, it was a strain to keep the web functioning, but like a determined spider, he stayed in the center, aware of the most minute vibration along every strand.