Chapters (42)
- EVERY
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
- Praise for KIM HARRISON’sprevious Rachel Morgan novelsDEAD WITCH WALKING andTHE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UNDEAD
- Also by Kim Harrison
- About the publisher
Lee dived to the side, and my gold ball of ever-after hit my circle. My eyes widened when a cascade of tingles raced through me as my bubble broke.
“Damn it all to hell!” I shouted, not having thought ahead enough to realize my aura-laced spell would break my circle. Terrified, I spun to Al, thinking if I couldn’t get it back up in time I’d be fighting both of them. But the demon was still seated, staring over my shoulder with his goat-slitted eyes wide. He looked over his glasses, mouth hanging open.
I spun in time to see my spell hit a nearby building. A faint boom shook my feet. I put a hand to my mouth as a chunk the size of a bus flaked off and fell with an unreal slowness.
“You stupid witch,” Lee said. “It’s coming right for us!”
I turned and ran, hands reaching as I scrabbled my way across the rubble, hands numb on the frost-cracked rocks. The ground shook, dust rose thick in the air. I staggered and fell.
Hacking and coughing, I got up, shaking. My fingers hurt and I couldn’t move them. I turned to find Lee on the other side of the new rockfall, hatred and a touch of fear in his eyes.
Latin came from him. My eyes were fixed upon the card in his moving fingers, heart pounding as I waited, helpless. He gestured, and my card burst into flame.
It flashed like gunpowder. I cried out and turned away, hands over my eyes. The shrieks of the minor demons beat upon me. I reeled backward, balance gone. Red smears coated my vision. My eyes were open and tears streamed down my face, but I couldn’t see. I couldn’t see!
There was the sound of sliding rocks, and I yelped as someone cuffed me. I blindly lashed out, almost falling as the heel of my hand met nothing. Fear settled into me, debilitating. I couldn’t see. He had taken my sight!
A hand shoved me over, and I fell, swinging my leg. I felt it hit him, and he went down. “Bitch,” he gasped, and I shrieked when he yanked out a handful of my hair and scrabbled away.
“More!” Al said cheerfully. “Show me your best!” he encouraged.
“Lee!” I cried. “Don’t do this!” The red wasn’t clearing. Please, please let it be illusion.
Dark words came from Lee, sounding obscene. I smelled a strand of my hair burn.
My heart clenched in sudden doubt. I wasn’t going to make it. He was going to all but kill me. There was no way to win this. Oh, God…what had I been thinking?
“You gave her doubt,” Al said wonderingly from the blackness. “That’s a very complex charm,” he breathed. “What else? Can you divine?”
“I can look backward,” Lee said nearby, panting.