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
Other than that, I was going in pretty much naked of earth charms. I had a hefty amount of ley line energy spindled in my head, though, and in my pocket a pair of heavy-duty toenail clippers you might use on an elephant, which I hoped would be strong enough to cut an anti–ley line zip-strip. But it was Jenks I was counting on to be the difference between my walking out with a new lease on life or spending an eternity of hell with Piscary or Al.
This was my best option. Trent knew I had the focus. The I.S. wasn’t so dense that they hadn’t realized it was still in my possession. I wanted Piscary’s protection from all of them.
My God. How did I get to this place?
The breeze from my window shifted Jenks’s wings. He was sitting on the rearview mirror, facing backward as he gazed vacantly into the past. His features were lined and worried. There wasn’t a scrap of red on him—a symbol of his intent. If we lost the garden, the stress might tip Matalina into a downward spiral. I’d be hard-pressed to keep him from trying to kill Piscary if push came to shove. But if push came to shove, killing Piscary might be the only way to survive.
I didn’t want to do that. The undead vampire was the only person I knew who could keep the focus safe until it could be hidden again.
Seeing Jenks’s misery, I took a breath to ask him about his outfit. I’d never seen it before, sort of a combination of Quen’s black uniform with the free-flowing folds of a desert sheik’s robes. But Jenks’s gaze flicked to mine, making me pause.
“Thanks, Rachel,” he said, wings utterly still. “For everything. I want to tell you in case we both don’t make it through this.”
“Jenks…” I started, and he cut me off with a sharp wing chirp.
“Shut your mouth, witch!” he snapped, though I could tell he wasn’t mad. “I want to thank you—this past year has been the best in my life. And not just for me. That sterility wish I got from you is probably why Matalina made it through last winter. The garden and everything that came with working with you?” Jenks’s gaze went distant. “Even if they bulldoze everything, I want you to know that it was worth it. My kids know you can make it if you take risks and work hard. That we can work in the system you lunkers set up. That’s all a parent really needs to give his kids. That, and how to love someone with all your soul.”