Brightest blessings to you, Lenobia, I said. As she began to walk quickly away, I called after her, Lenobia, please reconsider leaving here. If we dont get rid of Kalona, you and Dragon and Anastasia have to get undergroundthe tunnels under the depot, the abbey, or even the basement of one of the downtown buildings. Thats really the only chance you have of being safe at all.
Lenobia paused and looked over her shoulder at me. Her smile was serene and wise. But, Priestess, you will succeed. And she hurried away.
Jeesh, shes stubborn, Shaunee said.
Lets just be sure shes right, I said. Okay, are you ready? My friends nodded. I drew a deep breath and centered myself. We were pointed north, so I kneed Persephone to the right so that we were facing east. There was no time for flowery words or inspiring music; there was only time for action. Quickly I invoked each of the elements, feeling my nerves steady as they filled the air and created a glistening circle that bound us. When spirit swelled within me, I couldnt stop myself from laughing aloud.
Still sounding giddy, I said, Damien, Erin, put your elements to work!
I felt Damien raise his hands behind me, and watched Erin do the same. I could hear Damien whispering words to air, asking a freezing wind to swirl and blow, toss and tussle, everything around us. I knew Erin was asking something similar of watercommanding that it increase the sleet and drench the world around us.
I braced myself to help them channel and control their elements so that we would (in theory) be moving inside a little bubble of calm in an otherwise elemental maelstrom.
Both elements responded instantly. We looked out to see the night in front of us erupt into a storm that probably knocked Doppler 8 on its butt.
Okay, I yelled above the wind. Its flames turn.
Shaunee lifted her arms, tossed back her head, and like she was throwing a basketball, hurled the fire that glowed between her palms at the empty, straw-filled stall Lenobia had told her to destroy. The stall burst into angry flame.
Now the horses hoofs, I cried.
She nodded. Help me keep it up.
I will, dont worry.
Shaunee pointed down at our horses hoofs. Heat up their shoes! she yelled.
Persephone snorted. Her head bowed, and as the sawdust of the stable yard began to smoke under her feet, she pricked her ears at her hoofs.
Oh, manWe need to get out of here before their feet burn everything up, Damien said. He was clutching me so tight it was a little hard for me to breathe, but I didnt want to say anything that might cause him to topple sideways.
I was just thinking that we really might light the sawdust on fire when I heard a huge commotion behind us that I knew must be Lenobia freeing the horses to bolt around the main grounds of the campus, as if they were utterly crazed by the stable fire. Persephone tossed her head and snorted. I felt her muscles bunch and had just enough time to squeeze hard with my thighs and yell back at Damien, Hold on! Here we go! And then the mare lunged out of the stables and into the raging night.
The three horses, side by side, galloped through the corral and out the gate Lenobia had left open. They turned hard to the left, circled around behind the main school building, and sooner than I would have imagined possible, there was steam hissing and mist rising in waves around us as heated hoofs met the ice that covered the asphalt of the parking lot.
Behind us I could hear the screams of panicked horses and the terrible cries of the Raven Mockers. I gritted my teeth and hoped Lenobias mares were taking out a bunch of the birdmen.
Persephones hoofs hissed against the slick road that led down the drive to the school.
Oh, Goddess! Look! Damien cried. He pointed from over my shoulder ahead and off to the left in the line of trees that framed the lane. Dragon was there fighting three Raven Mockers. His blade was a silver blur as he lunged and parried and whirled. As we came into view, the birdmen tried to shift their attention to us, but Dragon redoubled his attack, skewering one of them instantly and causing the other two to turn, hissing, back to him.
Go! he cried as we galloped past him, And may Nyx bless you!
The gate was open, Dragons doing I was sure. We surged through, turned to the right, and galloped down deserted, icy Utica Street.
At the Twenty-first Street light, which was not working, we turned the horses to the right, positioned them in the middle of the street, and gave them their heads.
Midtown Tulsa had turned into a frozen ghost of itself. If I hadnt been focused and hadnt been absolutely sure our horses were in a flat gallop down Twenty-first Street, I would have thought we were utterly lost in a strange, postapocalyptic ice world. There was nothing in the least bit familiar around me. No lights. No cars moving. No people. Cold and darkness and ice reigned. The beautiful old trees of midtown were shrouded in so much ice that many of them had literally splintered down the middle. Power lines were down, snaking across the street like lazy vipers. The horses paid no attention to them. They leaped over downed limbs and lines, their flame-heated hoofs slicing through the ice to strike sparks against the surprised pavement.
And then, above the din of striking hoofs and the hiss of flame on ice, I heard the terrible flapping of wings and the cry of first one and then another and another Raven Mocker.
Darius, I yelled. Raven Mockers!
He looked behind us and up, and nodded grimly. Then he did something that completely shocked me. Out of his jacket pocket he pulled a black gun. Id never seen any of the Sons of Erebus carry modern weapons, and it looked completely out of place in his hand. He said something to Aphrodite, who was pressed against his back. She slid to the side a little, allowing him to swivel around. He lifted his arm, sighted, and squeezed off half a dozen shots. The sound was deafening in the frozen night, but not half as eerie as what followed itthe screams of wounded Raven Mockers and the thud! crash! of bodies as they fell from the sky.
There! Shaunee cried, pointing in front of us and to the right. I see flames!
At first I didnt see anything, and then through a stand of ice-enslaved trees I caught sight of first one and then another and another candle-flickering welcoming light. Was that it? Was that the Benedictine Abbey? Visibility was terrible, and everything was so disorienting and dark, that I couldnt tell if it was the abbey or just one of the houses-turned-plastic surgeon offices that lined this part of the street.
Concentrate! If its a place of power, I should be able to feel it.
I breathed deep and reached out with my instinct, and I felt itthe unmistakable draw that came from the combined power of spirit and earth.
Thats it! I yelled. Thats the abbey!
We yanked our horses heads to the right and plunged off the road, through a ditch, and then up an embankment dotted with trees. The horses had to slow to dodge around fallen limbs and dead, downed power lines, and then we popped through the trees and into a clearing. Directly in front of us was a huge old oak. Its lower branches were filled with little glass cages holding cheerily burning candles. There was a carport farther behind the tree, and beyond it I could just make out the looming hulk of the brick building that was the Benedictine Abbey, or at least I could make out its windows, because there were candles lit in each one of them.
Okay, you guys can lay off the elements now and let things calm down. The Twins and Damien whispered to their elements, and the madness of the storm began to quiet to a cold, cloudy night.
Whoa! I called, and our obedient, loyal mares skidded to a stop just before an awe-inspiring figure clothed in a dark robe and wimple.
Hello, child. I heard you were coming, she said, smiling up at me.
I slid from Persephones back and threw myself into her arms. Sister Mary Angela! I am so glad to see you!
As I am glad to see you, too, she said. But, child, perhaps we should put off our hellos until weve dealt with the dark creatures filling the trees behind you.
I spun around in time to see dozens of Raven Mockers landing in the trees. Except for the sounds of their wings they were absolutely silent, and their red eyes glowed like watching demons.
Well, hell! I said.
CHAPTER 33
Language, Sister Mary Angela said serenely.
Darius had already dismounted and was helping Aphrodite and the Twins down. Damien hadnt waited for help, but dismounted almost as quickly as I had, and was standing beside me.
Priestess, Darius addressed Sister Mary Angela, you dont, by any chance, keep firearms at the abbey, do you?
Her laughter sounded completely out of place yet utterly comforting. Oh, Warrior, of course we do not.
There arent enough of us to fight them, but we have the circle, Darius said as he studied the bird-filled trees. If you stay within it, you stay safe.
Darius was right, of course. Our circle was intact. Though weirdly off center, the silver thread that bound us together still glowed between us.
I will run back to the House of Night and bring help, Darius said.
I heard the frustration in his voice. What help was he going to bring? I hadnt seen any of his brother warriors since wed entered the school grounds. Dragon was great with a sword, but even he wouldnt be a match for all of these Raven Mockers. The trees that bordered the Twenty-first Street side of the abbey were filled with the dark shapes. Already groaning under the burden of ice, the additional weight of the Raven Mockers was more stress than many of them could bear, and the cracking and breaking of limbs was as terrible as the birds mocking cries.
Hey, I hear yall need some help out here.
In my entire life, I had never been so happy to hear any voice as I was at that moment to hear Stevie Raes Okie twang. I hugged her hard, not caring about the secrets she was keeping from me in the joy of seeing her safe. Breathing a sigh of relief, I saw the red fledglings step out of the darkness behind her.
They is nasty! Kramisha said, squidging up her face at the Raven Mockers.
Lets kick their asses, Johnny B said, looking all testosterone-filled and muscle-y.
Theyre nasty alright, but they arent doing anything except watching us, said another familiar voice.
Erik! I cried. Smiling, Stevie Rae let go of me, and Erik pulled me into his strong arms.
There was a blur to my right and Jack launched himself at Damien.
I looked up at Erik, and even in the middle of the mess we were in, I wished it could be simple and easy between the two of us. For that instant I did wish it could just be Erik and me, instead of Erik and Stark and Kalona and Heath
Heath? I asked, stepping out of his embrace.
Erik sighed and jerked his chin back at the abbey building. Hes in there. Hes fine.
I smiled a little sheepishly and didnt know what to say.
Zoey, Kalona will be here soon. The reason the Raven Mockers arent attacking is because were not trying to get away anymore. Theyre just keeping watch on us for him. Do not forget what you have to do, Dariuss voice broke through the new awkwardness between Erik and me.
I nodded and turned to Sister Mary Angela. Kalona will follow us here. Remember I told you hes immortal?
A fallen angel, she said, nodding.
And remember I told you about our High Priestess? Well, shes gone bad for sure, and Im sure shell be with him. Theyre equally dangerous.
I understand.
So, he cant be killed, but I do think I know how to chase him away from here and, hopefully, Neferet will go with him. But Ill need your help.
Whatever I have is yours, Sister Mary Angela said.
Good. What I need is you, I told her, then I turned to Stevie Rae, And you.
Aphrodite stepped up beside me. And me, she said.
And I need Grandma. I know its going to be hard for her, but I need her out here, or at least wherever it is thats the center of this power I feel around us.
Kramisha, child, would you get Stevie Raes grandmother?
Yes, maam, Kramisha said, and hurried away.
Marys Grotto is the seat of our power. Sister Mary Angela pointed behind me and to the side of where we were standinga place that was between us, the northwesternmost edge of the neatly cut lawn, and the monster-filled grove of trees.
I turned to see what she was pointing at and gasped in surprise, wondering how I hadnt noticed it before now. It was the biggest shrine Id ever seen. It was made of large pieces of Oklahoma sandstone. Each stone had been chosen carefully to fit snugly against its neighbors. It was bowl-like in shape, reminding me of pictures Id seen of famous outdoor theaters. There was a bench sitting protected inside it, as well as several natural rock ledges running around the curved inside at various places, and every available surface was covered with candles, so that the entire shrine was glazed in candlelight and ice. As I walked toward it, I looked at its gracefully arched top, which stretched several feet over my head, and sucked in my breath. There, nestled toward the top of the structure, was the most beautiful statue of Mary Id ever seen. Her face was serene in prayer, almost smiling as she looked up. And at her feet a riot of gorgeous roses twined around her as if they had given birth to her. I studied Marys face and felt my heart give a little stutter beat. I recognized this Mary. How could I not? Shed appeared to me just days before in the form of my Goddess.
I can feel the power of this place, Aphrodite said.
Wow, that statue of Mary is really, really pretty, Jack said. He and Damien were holding hands and gazing up.
Check out the sidewalkits perfect, Stevie Rae said.
I looked down. The sidewalk that led from where wed left the horses changed when it reached the front of the shrine. Here it got lots bigger and formed a circle. I grinned at Stevie Rae. Its definitely perfect.
What is it you need us to do, Zoey? Sister Mary Angela asked, but before I could answer, the roar of an engine pulled everyones attention back to the bird-infested trees and the road beyond.