Chapters (48)
- Title Page
- 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
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
- Also by Kim Harrison
- Credits
- About the Publisher
Minias brought his wandering gaze from my yew cuttings drying in the corner. Cocking his head, he looked at me as if I’d only now caught his attention. “No?” he repeated. With one hand he made a gesture of question. “What do you want, then?”
Nervous, I slid from the counter. I didn’t want to do anything without Ceri, but saying no seemed harmless enough. “I don’t want anything.”
Minias’s smile went patronizing. “And I’ll believe that when the two worlds collide.”
“Well, yeah, I want stuff,” I said bitterly, not fond of being offered everything when getting it would cause more trouble than not having it to begin with. “I want my partner to live longer than a stinking twenty years. I want my friend to find some peace in her life and her choices. I want my stinking church…” I slammed my hand on the counter to make my palm sting. “…resanctified so I don’t have to worry about the undead while I sleep! And I want to get rid of that thing in my freezer before it (a) starts an Inderland power struggle or (b) brings Newt knocking on my door for a cup of sugar again. But you…” I pointed. “…would give me what I want in such a way that it would ruin any joy I found in it, so forget it!” Angry and wondering if I was making a mistake, I crossed my arms and sulked.
Minias closed the book with a snap. I jumped, and, his red eyes fixed on me with an unsettling intensity, he slipped from the counter and came two steps forward. “You know what she was here for? You have it?”
My pulse quickened, and I pulled myself straight in worry. “I think so.”
Minias stood stock-still, only the hem of his robe moving. “Give it to me. I’ll make sure Newt never bothers you again.”
My mouth was dry. Seeing him want it so badly, I knew that giving it to him would be a very big mistake. He didn’t even know what it was. “Right,” I said. “Like how you kept track of her the other night? You can’t control her, and you know it.”
He took a breath to protest, and I arched my eyebrows. Head bowing in thought, Minias dropped back a step.
“You don’t have anything I want, demon,” I said. “You’re going to have to owe me.”
“You think I’m going to wear your mark?” he said, and my head came up at the incredulousness in his tone. “I am not going to wear your mark.” His cheeks were pale, but there was a deep anger in his eyes.