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Violet keeps her face inscrutable– tries to distil what is memory from what is imagination. We all know where his bus is but we dont go up there, she says, brushing over the question. “There are mineshafts that you can fall down and never come out again. He gave us an assembly about that. So did Mr Rideal when he toldus about the history of the two houses – the school and the dorm. Mr MacBride, hes the head of pastoral, he always jokes that there are secret passageways and underground rooms in the old part of the house. Hes only joking though, I’m sure. Violet opens her eyes to find her vision clouded by tears. She realises she has been speaking aloud, the words gathering softly about her mouth. She feels like sucking them back in: inhaling the uttered secrets before they can be swallowed up by anybody else. The sight of the Seers teaching Jeren did nothing for Shans worsening temper. That Indarin stood there calmly, watching from a distance, was even worse. At least Fethan was no longer with them. Whatever had happened, no one spoke of it. And that made it even clearer. Something terrible had occurred. She had to ensure that only those fit to travel came, as so many too young or too old were trying to inveigle their way into the troops. The Shistra-Phail helped, their veneration of the elderly, and their care for the young making them eagle-eyed in this task. Dont say I didnt warn you. I continued outside and turned left. The gravesite is at the top of that hill. You still have time to change your mind. Samara walked to the other side of the bed, her footsteps light on the carpet. She fidgeted with the art knife, spinning the metal handle between her fingers despite the slight rattle of the blade in the housing. The fingers of her other hand twitched and drummed in the air, the movement somehow offering comfort in light of the hard work ahead. As fearless as his prisoner was helpless, Gilliad caught Shans throat in an unnaturally strong grip, pulling him closer. Shans arms nearly wrenched from the sockets. The pain sent his head into a whorl of darkness intercut with spots of blinding light until his sight returned. Gilliads black eyes gleamed malevolently, the gaze consuming. Like a filmof oil, the surface of his eyes glistened with the residue of magic. With magic came insanity, all the Fey’na knew that. You only had to look at their distant cousins, the Fell. Im a writer, she says, and looks as though she would give the earth for a hug. . He turns at the sound of a cough behind him. Its Vicki-Louise. Shes looking well. She sports a Marbella tan. She didnt cry during the service. Just gave a little nod as she tossed her handful of earth onto the coffin and told her boss she understood. Rowan, watching, had fought the urge to climb into the grave: to start clawing throughMillward’s rotten coffin and half-eaten bones to look for the papers he was buried with. He resisted the urge. He was too tired; too sore. Ive said the same to my husband, nods Rosie. She looks at Otto and his blue-streaked face. Nods, in approval. Ive been getting very concerned, if Im honest. She answers like, one text in every five, and even then it’s hardly anything more than a few words. And with not being on Facebook I’ve only got what I heard third hand for proof that she’s even alive! She raises her hands to her mouth, trying to return her fears to the place within her. Rowan stays silent, flicking his eyes back towards the two half-drunk men. Daz jerks his head, his chin jutting out.Help you? he shouts, and its a challenge. “I can take a picture for you if you like. Him? Samaras desk lamp cast a low golden glow across the room, the dark scene on her television almost ruined by the reflection. The ghostly image of herself, curled up in bed with streaks of thick mascara running down her wan cheeks, overlaid the drama in the alleyway. She failed to sink into the fantasy.Her own image anchored her to reality, a constant reminder of the trouble she found herself in, the yet unknown repercussions, the feeling of a lead ball in the pit of her stomach. She even ruined her favourite movie. Her own sense of disparity had spoiled her time to heal. And the children of our own people,Feyna children, are in mortal danger. Would you have me leave them to their fate for three humans? Three Holters? Youd choose her kind over your own even in this? Max pulled into the driveway and left the lights on. The assault rifle was lying between the seats. Wed said our goodbyes before leaving, and the only sound was Karens occasional muffled cry. Following him to the table, I gulped.What kind of picture?.