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Another sob escaped her. Just Wednesday Addams, said Kelly. Warrens lips lifted briefly in a smile before he replied. No one else knows I killed James Turner, because I didnt kill James Turner. So technically, I didnt lie. She stared at the faces before her, but only one face glowed. The face of a young woman who supported Indarin, her cheeks silvered with tears for her fallen leader, the woman she had worshipped. There was only one face Jeren could choose, the one filled with love and grief. 6 Locked in place, she could but watch her tormentor drift back from the darkness and attend to some unseen task. The sound of Samaras suffering failed to materialise, motionless lungs unable to birth her screams. Rowan plays it safe with his reply. The day is only a little past noon, but the cars and vans that swish down Whitehaven High Street all have their headlights on, pitching great circles of lurid yellow onto the grubby shopfronts and the condensation-streaked windows of this tired, rain-lashed road. The Lake District starts a few miles inland, and the difference in atmosphere and affluence is remarkable. Rowan knows from checking on his phone that hes worryingly close to the nuclear power station: a big silhouette of oblongs, orbs and squares. A mile the other way, the crumbling clifftop drifts into the village of Seascale; all rusty goalposts and untended playing fields; a wind-pummeled swathe of muddy beach and guest houses closed for thewinter. Rowan likes the grit of the place – the heartfelt lack of pretension. West Cumbria has a sense of itself that always seems to raise a coal-grimed middle finger in the face of gentrification. Its always seemed a place much more at ease with the opening of a new kebab shop than with any Italian-themed coffee house, as if donner meat and garlic mayo is intrinsically more in keeping with the spirit of this down-at-heel West Cumbrian harbour town than a skinny macchiato with extra foam. But for all that he admires the spit-and-sawdust earthiness, his mood matches his clothes. Hes still soaked to the skin; shivering hard enough to make his teeth rattle. He managed to change into a cleanish black T-shirt and steer his arms through the sleeves of a baggy cardigan but he couldn’t face the rigmarole of stripping off his jeans, socks or boots. Damp material clings to his thighs, his calves, ankles, soles. His toes feel like chipolata sausages straight from the freezer. He’s taking comfort in the fact that he has left a perfect arse-print on the calfskin leather of Jo’s vintage Nissan Figaro. She’s told them she would be back in an hour, dropping them off in the car-park of the DIY store and giving firm instructions not to cause mischief. Rowan had saluted, earnestly, then turned the hand gesture into one more in keeping with his feelings as she drove away in a burst of spray. Shan didnt like it, but what could he do to argue? Devyn agreed to Ylandras foolhardy plan and that was that. Though they tried not to show it, the three children were terrified at the prospect of going anywhere near the Fellna hive. And yet they went. Jeren stood alone, facing the night. She looked sad, exhausted, her cheeks hollow and her mouth tight. When she bowed her head and scrubbed at her eyes, he knew shed been crying and the urge to go to her, to comfort her almost brought him right out of hiding before he could stop himself. They were people, not possessions! The busker, she says. I mean, thats all she remembers now, isnt it? A few snapshots of these ripped-up memories. Something about dreadlocks and bare feet and a half a memory about smoking Bible pages as cigarettes, its all just gone. She said she’d been okay with that for a longtime. And then of course she started wondering, and then really wondering, and she’d always been a bit of a hippy in her beliefs, hadn’t she? All that stuff about not being able to move forward while carrying baggage. That’s what this became. She wanted to know – for better or worse. And then it became about the other one. I know enough to know Salyer put you through hell. After seeing what being there has done to you, Im seriously considering going to church. He coughed and tossed the cigarette. What happened to you was horrible, but you survived. His other victims cant say that. Hopefully after today, they wont either. I needed to stop talking, shut down, and pull up enough strength to do what had to be done. How did the media pick up on it so fast? They knew before you did. The Vision Rock has a way of changing people, no matter who they are. Worse, if they do not respect it. Coming here by himself, without due care and preparation, drove your brother so deeply into insanity that he could no longer function among us and I was forced to send him away. When I did, his retaliation was… Sure, weve heard the rumours – but we look after our own. We welcome people in but we wouldnt allow anybody who gave us a bad vibe. Were about peace. About nature. About love …, I dont want to set her off on the wrong foot, Dippy, he says, using his childhood nickname for his beloved big sister. She gives in. Is it the physical act or the symbolism, do you think, thatll drive you mad? Gilliad wrapped the severed braid around the knife, pulling it tightly and watching the hair part against the blade. We were too quick with Haledren, too eager. He reached for another, pulled it taut and cutagain. “Shorn of all his braids at once, he clawed out his eyes. He ranted and railed and begged for the sect leaders to kill him. Screamed for people who werent even here. Why, Shan? Why does it affect your kind so?”.