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Overview
Twin sisters Jade and Jasmine are finally together after a five-year separation, but there’s no time to enjoy the reunion. As Seers, the sisters are being hunted by demons spilling through the rift, and the city is on high alert against terrorist threats. The Protectors at Beaconsfield have gathered as many Seers as possible, as the countries that haven’t been destroyed by climate change are starting to close their borders. On top of it all, Jasmine discovers that someone has stolen a ring with the power to control the demons, and the Final Battle between the Daughters of Light and the forces of darkness is approaching more quickly than anyone predicted.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781459737853 |
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| Publisher: | Dundurn Press |
| Publication date: | 01/06/2018 |
| Series: | Daughters of Light , #2 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 352 |
| File size: | 644 KB |
| Age Range: | 12 - 15 Years |
About the Author
Mary Jennifer Payne is the author of the Daughters of Light series, the YA novel Since You’ve Been Gone, and several YA graphic stories. She lives in Toronto.
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CHAPTER 1
JASMINE
We hear the sounds at the same time. Jade and I don't say a word; instead, we start walking faster. The footsteps behind us speed up as well, keeping pace. Whoever — or whatever — is following us clearly doesn't feel the need to keep their presence secret.
My stomach does a nervous somersault. This isn't good. During the last few months of training with our Protectors, we've been taught to recognize when a situation may be dangerous. And at this moment, every cell in my body is screaming that this is a code-red situation. My gut feeling is that Jade and I are not just being followed. We're being hunted.
There are still four full city blocks to go before we'll reach a lit street lamp, before we can turn off the tiny flashlight we're carrying. Right now, other than the pathetically anorexic beam cast by our flashlight, we're walking in complete darkness and the street is empty. Rolling electricity cuts are to blame for the lack of lighting; only a small number of street lamps are now turned on at night, and those are found almost exclusively on the city's main streets or in the wealthiest neighbourhoods.
"Stop," Jade whispers, and we stop walking at the exact same moment. We're naturally synchronized like this; it's a twin thing.
The footsteps stop too. And though I try not to, I can't help thinking about the recent rash of abductions and murders in our city. Local news websites post daily updates and photos of the missing ... and those found. Thing is, not many people fall under the found category. And those that have been found are not found alive ... or in one piece. It's a modern-day Jack the Ripper sort of thing. Or at least that's what the media and police would like us to believe.
But as Seers we know better. We're at war.
Jade and I begin walking again, this time more quickly. The night air is only slightly cooler than it was during the day, and the humidity, along with the adrenaline surging through me, makes my face slick with sweat. Instinctively, my hand moves to the oversized knapsack on my back. I run my fingers over the smooth surface of my bamboo pole. Though any sort of strong, pole-like structure will do, I made this pole in class at Beaconsfield. The bamboo is light but strong, which makes it easy to carry. We're only supposed to use our poles in the most serious of circumstances, when we believe our lives are under immediate threat.
I listen. The footsteps are definitely closing in. This seems as good a time as any to use my pole.
Jade nods at me, her dark eyes solemn. "One, two ..." she whispers.
At the count of three we swing around to confront our stalker. In one fluid motion, I pull my pole out of my knapsack. It slices through the air, making a sharp whistling sound as it moves. Ready to strike, I hold it across my body like a shield.
A wiry male figure stands less than five feet away. Jade directs the beam of the flashlight at his face, and even though it doesn't illuminate much, I am startled by the chalky, grey-white colour of his skin and the cavernous, dark circles that frame his eyes.
Great. Some strung-out junkie thinks he's going to mug us. I flex my arms, tightening the grip on my pole.
"Back off" I say, keeping my voice low and even.
He doesn't move or say a word in response. I feel Jade tense beside me. We're like two cats, coiled and ready to spring. My newly developed muscles, the result of hours of daily training at Beaconsfield, give me confidence. This guy is likely high as a kite. That might make him less fearful, but he's still nothing for two Seers to take on.
Jade shines the flashlight beam at his face again. I see it before she says anything.
"Jazz. His eyes" Her voice is barely a whisper, but the demon hears. In response it draws back its concrete-coloured lips. Razor-sharp teeth glisten at us. The smell of rust and decay hits my nostrils like a tsunami.
There's only one. This means it will be a minor challenge for us, especially as I'm already armed. If anyone told me a year ago that I'd be killing demons, I'd have thought they were crazy. But after travelling to the Place-in-Between and seeing the armies of demons that reside down there for myself, there's nothing I won't believe. Tell me I've been signed up for riding lessons on a unicorn and I'll ask if pulling on its horn will make it stop galloping.
Without any warning, the demon rushes at Jade. She scurries backward, moving just out of its reach as it lunges for her face.
I dart forward, keeping my centre of gravity low, and swing my pole, throwing my entire body weight behind it while aiming for the soft part of the demon's neck. The only way to destroy one of these creatures is to behead it. I wait for the satisfying impact of rattan against flesh.
This demon is fast, though, much faster than the ones I encountered in the Place-in-Between. And as it grabs my pole and tries to wrench it out of my grasp, I discover it's also much stronger.
Jade is beside me in an instant. The sticky, humid air is causing my hands to sweat, making my grip on the pole even more tenuous.
"You're not armed. Get back," I shout at her. I'm not willing to lose her again. I already spent nearly half my life believing she was dead and that it was my fault, so I'm not going to risk having it happen for real now.
The demon takes advantage of the split second I shift my focus to Jade and gives the pole another hard tug. This time it slips through my fingers like water.
I immediately backflip away from the demon, but it still manages to catch my lower legs with the pole. The wood smashes against my shins, causing me to scream with pain. Flickering stars fill my vision, and my legs give out from under me as I land.
Jade drags me out of the demon's reach as it lunges again. This time the pole comes within centimetres of my ear. A little closer and my head would've cracked open like a sun-ripened melon, brains spilling onto the pavement.
I jump back to my feet, trying to force down the sickening nausea sweeping over me. There's no way I can let myself faint. Not now. It would be a death sentence for both of us.
Jade runs at the demon, veering off sharply to the left at the last moment. She's fast, but not fast enough. The demon catches her shoulder with its long claws, ripping open the back of her T-shirt.
The diversion works just long enough. I spring toward the demon and kick it squarely in the soft area between its hip and groin. The creature bellows in surprise and drops my pole. I hear it bounce along the cracked pavement of the sidewalk and onto the road.
Without thinking, I dash toward the sound. There's no way I can lose my pole. I've trained for hundreds of hours with it in my hands over the last few months. It's become an extension of me, like another appendage. Besides, Mr. Khan would kill me.
"Jazz!" Jade screams as I crouch at the concrete lip of the sidewalk to retrieve it.
I turn in her direction and immediately see why she's screaming.
Three more figures have emerged from the shadows of a nearby alleyway and are making their way toward us. I'm almost certain they're not human.
My fingers scurry, crab-like, along the warm skin of the street until they hit my pole. I snatch it up and run toward Jade.
"We have to get out of here," I say, grabbing her by the arm. She nods. Trying to fight would be crazy. Not only are the odds now stacked against us, but this seems to be a new breed of demon: stronger, more cunning than any we've encountered before.
I begin to run without thinking. I know the demons are close behind us. I can hear their laboured breathing and smell the rusty odour of blood from their exhalations.
Jade's a few feet ahead of me. Speed is her strength; a deadly and accurate aim with the pole is mine.
I keep my eyes locked firmly on the glimmering street lamp ahead. The small orb of light illuminates one of the city's busiest streets — surely the demons won't risk chasing us out in the open. There'd be too many witnesses.
Not that these demons seem too worried about being discovered. After all, they've left over a dozen dismembered bodies strewn around the downtown core of the city over the last few weeks.
Jade is nearly at the intersection. The light from the street lamp glows around her, giving her an angelic aura. I watch a police car roll past the intersection. Maybe Jade can flag them down. If they give us a ride home, we'll be safe for sure — safe for tonight, at least.
Something grabs hold of my knapsack, and for a brief moment, I'm suspended in mid-air, caught between the force of me moving forward and the demon pulling me back.
I shout out as my feet slip out from under me. Jade turns, her face a mask of panic.
"Keep going!" I yell, reaching for my pole. One of us needs to make it out of this situation; it will be a disaster if the demons kill both of us. If that happens, the demons will be able to unify our soul — and steal our powers.
Jade knows this. Pain washes across her face. She needs to let me try to battle them alone.
"Go!" I scream as the demon pulls me down.
She turns and runs, her dark ponytail disappearing into the darkness.
I hit the ground with such force, my elbows feel shattered. They've taken most of the impact of my fall. The demon is on me instantly. The smell of dried blood and rotting flesh fills my nostrils, making me gag.
I use my right leg to kick out at it, hitting it in the abdomen. The creature barely flinches.
"We've been looking for you, Jasmine," it whispers, placing its cold hands around my neck. The voice is gravelly and hoarse. "Easy to find you after your sister's story." An icy finger of fear travels up my spine.
Me?
My airway is closing ... I'm like a fish out of water ... gasping.
Why me?
I can't die. Not now. I need to be with Jade, with the rest of the Seers. I need to be alive to protect Mom ... and Jade won't be strong enough to do that if I'm dead.
The pressure around my neck is growing. Small stars dance across my vision.
"Why?" I manage to choke out. Darkness is speeding toward me like an express train. I wonder if Jade is home yet. I wonder if she's safe..
"Because you're elegido," the demon hisses as it lowers its face closer to mine. And that's when I notice. Even though the face in front of me is grey and pallid, the resemblance is unmistakable.
I saw this face on an evening news broadcast about a week ago. I can't remember the name. I think it was Tim or Jim or Jamie or something normal and boring like that. Nineteen years old. Worked as a bartender at one of the busiest clubs downtown. Disappeared on his way home from work late at night.
And now he's somehow no longer human but demon — and not just any demon. He's the demon that's likely going to end my life.
CHAPTER 2
JADE
Blood-red light floods my face. I squint, my hand instinctively shielding my eyes, though this motion obscures my vision and puts me in greater danger.
The window of the police car slides down, and I freeze like a doe in the headlights. I'm unarmed. The line between human and demon is so unpredictable now that every situation is cause to be on high alert.
"Where are you heading?" an officer asks, leaning his head out the window. I can't see his eyes. The brim of his hat casts long shadows down his face. He smiles. Straight white teeth shine out at me. Seemingly human. Relief washes over me.
I walk over to the cruiser. I'm shaking with worry about Jasmine but can't risk telling the police anything. Besides, what could they do? Their guns are useless against demons. And they'd send me straight to a psychiatric hospital if I tried to explain the Place-in-Between to them, or the fact that climate-change terrorists should be the least of our worries right now.
"One Oak Street," I reply, glancing back over my shoulder into the darkness beyond the street lamp. No sign of Jasmine. In fact, there's no sign of life at all. My throat tightens and tears spring to my eyes. I'm finding it hard to get any air into my lungs. It's as though someone's just hauled off and given me a strong punch to the abdomen, knocking the wind out of me.
"Are you okay?" the officer asks, his face full of concern. "Is One Oak your home address?"
"Yes, I live there. And I'm fine," I say, forcing a smile. It's difficult to speak. "Just a little spooked by the dark, that's all. I lost track of time at a friend's place studying for exams."
The officer shakes his head, his brown eyes darkening. A shiny film of perspiration covers his cheeks. He takes a well-used handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the sweat away as he speaks. "Your friend's parents should know better than to let you stay this late if they aren't going to provide a safe way home. There's a reason for curfews." He nods toward the back of the cruiser. "Hop in. There's no way a young woman like yourself should be out here with less than twenty minutes to go before curfew. I'm PC Parks, by the way, and my partner is PC Edwards. We'll get you home safely, but don't let this happen again. You know the situation we're dealing with in our city."
I open the back door and slide across the seat. Curfew for anyone under eighteen starts at eight o'clock sharp. Mom is going to lose it when I arrive home without Jasmine. I knew we shouldn't have done that final hill with Cassandra tonight, but they were both so intent on pushing us beyond our normal training schedule. Without Lily there, my warnings about the time of sunset were completely ignored. Two first-born, risk-loving, and very stubborn Seers against me. It was a now-in situation. By the time we managed to scramble up the steep embankment, the shadows cast by the sparse bushes and rocks had lengthened, and the sky was top-heavy and as dark as ink. The setting sun's blood-red light screamed at me like a warning. And we still needed to get Cassandra home. One of the most important rules we've been taught at Beaconsfield is that no Seer is ever to be left on her own.
The thing is, none of this should've even happened tonight. All of us could have already been safe in our respective homes. Anger swells up in my chest as I think about how Cassandra and Jasmine ignored me when I said we needed to leave, that it was not safe to do another run. They know better than to take risks like that. We're always being warned about our strengths and weaknesses as Seers. Their rashness and need for adrenaline as first-born Seers is their Achilles heel. It can put them, and others, in incredible danger.
But my being angry isn't going to help the situation now, and it is a dangerous emotion, so I stare out the window, practice deep breathing, and try to visualize Jasmine safe. It would be the best thing ever if she were already home when I arrived, though I know that is about as likely as me suddenly sprouting a third head.
The streets are nearly empty. Two other patrol cars pass by us, the officers inside giving a quick wave of acknowledgment to Parks and Edwards. Regular crime updates come in over the video screen on the front dash from police headquarters. No bodies found yet tonight in Toronto, but reports of riots and fires all over New York City for the second night in a row. Fire is a real danger now with the water restrictions. It's been a worry in large cities since Los Angeles was pretty much completely destroyed a little less than a year ago. An army of homeless people, desperate for water and food, rose up and basically burned the city to the ground. Considering the fact that the majority of the remaining population in the City of Angels was homeless and had been basically left to die in the streets, it shouldn't have come as a big surprise. In fact, pretty much the entire state of California sits empty now, with most people having fled years ago to either San Francisco or somewhere even farther north in search of water, food, and medicine after more than a decade of drought and wildfires — not to mention a series of powerful earthquakes.
A streetcar dotted with less than a handful of passengers slides past us in the darkness with the grace of a serpent just before we turn onto Oak Street.
"Is there a parent or guardian at home?" PC Edwards asks, her thin lips pursed tightly. She stares hard at me, trying to keep her dark-green eyes neutral to cover the prejudice she's feeling. But I can read her thoughts.
Hispanic-looking teen living in one of Toronto's poor areas and out at curfew. Likely being brought up by a drug-using single mother who is out at night selling herself. Might even end up as one of the bodies we've been finding scattered all over the city like dog shit on the sidewalks....
I nod, trying not to let it get to me. She's right about the single mother part, but that's it.
(Continues…)
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