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Eight Rivers of Shadow by Leo Hunt
Eight Rivers of Shadow by Leo Hunt
Eight Rivers of Shadow by Leo Hunt
LEO HUNT
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free. I let Dad go, but in return, the Devil told me that I
was in his debt. What that means, Im still not sure. I think
its fair to say it was one of the more eventful nights of
mylife.
Someone is opening the door to the nurses office. I
sit up straighter, doing my best to look alert and healthy.
Unless theres someone at the hospital with a working
knowledge of necromancy and the Book of Eight, sending
me off for testing isnt going to help. I r eally just want to
go home.
The face that peers around the door is pale and
freckled, with perfectly arched eyebrows, dark-green eyes,
a thundercloud of black hair looming over it. Elza Moss
slips into the room, letting the door slam shut behind her,
and rushes over tome.
Luke, what happened?
I reach out to her, and she hugs me so tight, I can
barely breathe.
Elza
Luke! Dont just hug me! Tell me what happened!
I dont know.
Are you all right? she asks.
I feel normal now, yeah. Does everyone know?
Elza doesnt reply. She sits down beside me, slips her
hand into mine.
They actually... Elza swallows. Its best you hear
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You know you can tell me this stuff, right? You can
tell me. Im your... You ought to tell me. This is important.
Im telling you now, Elza. This is me telling you.
OK, she says. Whatever. Sure. So why now? Why
today?
I dont know.
No ghosts that you saw? You d
idnt hear from...
you know?
Who? My dad?
Berkley.
My dads lawyer. The Devil. When I first met him,
heithad taken the form of a man, Mr. Berkley.
No, I say. Thankfully. Nothing since...
Im about to say since he came to my house, spoke to
Mum, but I never actually told Elza about that. She d
oesnt
know Ive still got the Book of Eight, that its buried in
the corner of the field next to my house. After what happened on Halloween, after wed won, we were so happy
to be alive that I never found the right time to mention it.
As the months went by, I just felt like I wanted to put it
behindme.
Well, good, she says. The less we hear from him,
the better. So nothing at all? Normal Monday morning.
There was this girl.
What girl?
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habit of looking you in the eye if youre having a conversation with her while shes driving.
I think its because of the meat you eat, she says as
she pulls out of the school parking lot, barely glancing at
the road.
What makes you say that? Iask.
Hormones, Mum says darkly.
Mums name is Persephone Cusp (back to her maiden
name now that Dads gone, although Im stuck with
Manchett), and shes been making some changes in her
life. Back in October, Mum was in a bad way and had been
for a long time. She was ill and would spend weeks in
bed with headaches, ice pressed to her forehead, curtains
drawn. After Halloween, that changed. The doctors, who
never seemed to r eally know what was causing her cluster
headaches anyway, call it an unprecedented recovery.
Personally, I suspect Mums wellness is connected to one
of Dads ghostsmy own brotherwho I sent over into
Deadside along with the rest of his Host, but its not really
the sort of thing you can bring up at the hospital.
They take these poor animals, shes saying to me,
and they pump themare you listening?they pump
them with hormones. It makes them grow faster, get fatter.
And the hormones, when you eat meat, they go into you.
I need protein for lifting.
One thing Ive missed since Halloween: nobody to
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just the start. Ham shifts in his sleep. Despite her earlier
objections, Mum makes me a decent pizza, with salami
onit.
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way too skimpy for a clear night like this. She is definitely a ghost.
Like I said, the dead are usually harmless. The town
ghosts keep to themselves, dont usually pay you any
attention. Some of them are confused, try and talk to you,
asking about buses that stopped running back in 1956 or
jabbering about the inheritance that w
asnt divided the
way they wanted it to be. T
hats annoying, but I can deal
withit.
This girl is probably one of them. The ghosts who stick
around on earth, in Liveside, arent the sharpest knives in
the drawer. Mostly they dont realize theyve died, or are
too afraid to go onward into Deadside. I feel a bit bad for
them, but theyre not scary.
Theres something about this girl that I dont like,
though.
Toughen up, I hiss at Ham. Youre a necromancers
familiar, remember? You eat ghosts for breakfast. Literally.
Lets get back to the house. Elza put hazel charms in
the bushes to keep my house spirit-free, but their effect
doesnt reach this far out into the field. Even if this ghost
does want trouble, we just have to get past her, into the
yard.
We make our way toward her. I dont see any point in
trying to be stealthy; shes clearly seen us. My feet r ustle
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in the grass. The owl calls out again and again in the trees
behind us, a mournful siren. The closer we get to the girl,
the colder the air becomes. My breath balloons in white
clouds.
Shes closer now, still a dim shape, but I can make
her out more clearly. Shes small, almost child-size. What
I thought was a dress is actually a hospital gown, pale
green, stopping just above her knees. Her hair is long and
unruly, spilling down over her shoulders. It looks like it
hasnt been washed in a long time. Shes gazing up at the
stars now, her body turned away from me. We stop about
a rooms length from her, enough distance to give me
time to react if shes not so friendly. To be honest, Im not
sure what Ill do. Elza used to have a wyrdstone, a stone
with a hole through it that warded off spirits, but it broke
when she used it against my dads demon, and we h
avent
found another oneyet.
Hello? I say, projecting my voice through the cold
air toward her. Can I help you?
The girl turns to look at me with curious eyes, and my
heart nearly stops.
The ghost has Ashs face. She has the same nose, same
eyes, same pursed lips. She has Ashs figure, too, I realize: theyre exactly the same height. Only her hair is different, darker and longer and tangled around her face like a
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lions mane. As she turns to face us fully, I see that her left
arm is missing. The hospital gown hangs limp from her
left shoulder, sleeve empty.
Ash? I whisper. Ashley Smith?
The ghost smiles and says something I cant understand. Shes speaking another language, singsong, jaunty.
Its not French or Spanish or any of the languages they
teach at school. She holds her hand out to me. Ham growls.
I cant understand you.... Do you speak E
nglish?
More nonsense. The one-armed girl smiles again, points
up at the stars.
Are you... Ash? Do you know Ash?
She says something else, more animated. I look up to
where shes pointing. Theres nothing in particular there.
Just blackness, and some small points of light.
Yes... I say uncertainly. The stars are nice tonight.
I dont understand whats happening. Is this Ash, somehow? Why is she talking like this? What language is that?
She walks toward me, single hand outstretched. Im
not so sure I want to touch her. She d
oesnt seem exactly
threatening, and most ghosts are perfectly harmless, as I
said. But last year I met a few that werent.
I take another step backward, Ham scrambling to keep
my body between him and the one-armed girl. She steps
forward, almost skipping, holding her hand out like she
wants to dance with us. Im smiling, keeping my body
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language friendly and open, trying to move back and sideways so we can get ourselves past her and into the protective influence of the hazel charms. I dont exactly know
what Im afraid of, what I think shell do. I was safe from
my own Host, for the most parttheir binding prevented
them from harming me d
irectlybut theres no protection here.
Shes asking me a question, coming at us a l ittle faster.
Were weaving around in the moonlit grass, neither of us
quite running, and I feel for a moment like Im playing tag
back in lower school, that thrill of dodging and diving
Ham suddenly yowls and bucks and tears his leash
free of my grasp. Im turning to see what happened, and
then it feels like a supersonic train made of ice hits me in
the back, and Im flung to the ground. Its a hard blow,
and I want to stay lying down in case somethings broken,
but years of rugby have gotten me used to getting up after
a hit. Whatever got me came up behind us while I was
keeping my eye on the one-armed ghost.
Hams already running; I can hear him yelping, heading for the house. Surprise, surprise. I heave myself up,
whirling around, my ribs squealing with pain inside my
chest. Im gasping, trying to get a breath, raising my fists
up as if thatll helpme.
A second ghost is standing between me and the
one-armed girl, her body held erect, radiating authority.
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