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Hell is Cold
Translated by Jos Black
Between two worlds life hovers like a star,
between night and dawn, on the edge of horizon.
How little we know of who we are!
As least we can be!
-Lord Byron, Don Juan
"You, stupid girl," sniffed Mrs. Black while tightening the knots that held the dolls Tessa subject to the bed frame. "What you thought you were going to achieve, and fleeing? Where you thought you could go? "
Tessa said nothing ¸ simply put his cheek and looked at the wall. He refused to let Ms. Black, or its ugly sister, saw how close he was to tears, or how much it hurt the rope that connected her ankles and wrists to the bed.
"She is completely insensitive to the honor we have given," said Ms. Dark, who was standing at the door as if Tessa will make sure not to break his bonds and escape. "It's absolutely disgusting."
"We did what we could to get it ready for the Master," said Ms. Black, and sighed. "A pity we had a clay so stupid to work, despite his talent. It is a small stupid liar. "
" In fact "agreed his sister. "You'll notice, what will happen to your brother if she tries to disobey us again, right? We are willing to be lenient this time but next time ... "gritted his teeth, a sound that made the hair on the nape of Tessa stood up," Nathaniel is not so lucky. "
Tessa could not stand, even knowing I should not talk, not give them the satisfaction, could not contain the words again.
"If you tell me who is the master, or what you want from me ..."
"He wants to marry you, silly "Ms. Black, finishing with knots, stepped back to admire his work. "He wants to give you everything."
"But why?" Tessa sighed. "Why me?"
"For your talent," said Ms. Dark. "For what you are and what you can do. We train you to do. You ought to us to be grateful. "
" But my brother. "Tears burned behind Tessa's eyes. No cry, no cry, no cry
, she told herself. "You told me that if I was doing everything I said, he would be going."
"Once you get married with the Master, he will give you anything you want. If your brother, he'll give. "There was no remorse or emotion in the voice of Mrs. Black. Ms. Dark
chuckled. "I know what you're thinking. He thinks that if he could have anything you wanted, would murder us.
"Do not waste your energy even imagine that possibility," Ms. Dark Tessa pulled her chin. "We have a contract protected by the Master. He will never harm, even if I wanted. He has promised us all, if you offer him. "He leaned closer, lowering his voice to make it a whisper. "We want healthy and intact. If it were not for him, I would have bled to death. If you dare disobey us again, I defy his wishes and whip you until your skin falls. Do you understand? "
Tessa turned her face to the wall.
There was one night in the main, they crossed Newfoundland, as Tessa could not sleep. Left the cabin for air, and saw the night sea ablaze with bright white mountains, icebergs, one of the sailors told him as he passed, lost pieces of northern ice masses broken by warm weather. Moving slowly in the dark water, like a white tower submerged city. Tessa thought she had never seen a vision so lonely.
Just imagine I had to start in the desert, he knew now.
Once the Sisters left, Tessa discovered that he no longer felt as if to mourn. The pressure behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a dull hollow feeling of despair. Ms. Dark was right. If Tessa could kill them both, I would have.
experimentally pulled the ropes that held his legs and arms tied to posts. These were not moving. The knots were tight, tight enough so that hiciesen mark their skin and their hands and feet tingled and stung like needles and pins. Had few minutes, estimated, before his legs fall asleep altogether.
Part of it, and not a small part, wanted to stop fighting, lie there gently until the Master came to take her. The sky was dark outside the small window, there would be much longer. Perhaps he really wanted to marry her. Perhaps he really wanted to give everything.
suddenly heard the voice of Aunt Harriet in her head. When you find a man they want to marry, Tessa, remember this: you know what kind of man he is, not because of anything he says but by the things he does.
Aunt Harriet was right, of course. No man with whom she would marry would be willing to treat it like a prisoner and a slave, and imprisoning and torturing his brother on behalf of his "talent."
was a parody and a joke. Heaven only knew what the teacher would do when the have it in their hands. If he lived, he imagined he would soon be eager not to be.
God, how could it be useful to the talent he possessed? Does the power to change your appearance? If you only had the power to turn things, metal chip, or cause you grew knives fingers. Or if you only had the power to become invisible, or shrink to the size of a mouse ... It was suddenly
still, so quiet you could hear the ticking of a mechanical angel against his chest. I had to shrink the size of a mouse, do you? All I had to do was to shrink enough so that the shackles around his wrists loose.
was possible that changes a person, a second time without touching something that was related to them, if I had done before. The sisters made her memorize how to do it. For the first time, was pleased with something that forced him to learn.
pressed his back against the hard mattress and forced himself to remember. The street, the kitchen, the movement the needle, the brightness of the light gas. I wanted it, wanted the change to come. What is your name? Emma, \u200b\u200bEmma Bayliss
...
Change pounced on it like a train, almost sacándole breathing, refilling your skin, reforming their bones. Stifled their fears and arched her back.
it happened. Flashing
, Tessa rose toward the ceiling, then glanced sideways at her wrists, the rope around them. They were his hands, the hands of Emma, \u200b\u200bthin and fragile, the circle of loose rope around her small wrists. Triumphant, Tessa waved her hands free and stood up, rubbing red marks where the rope had burned his skin.
Her ankles were still tied. He stretched forward, his fingers worked quickly in knots. Ms. Black, clutching the knots like a sailor. Tessa's fingers bled and hurt at the same time as the rope was thrown away and jumped to his feet.
Emma's hair was so thin and fine that slid off the clips that held Tessa's hair back. Tessa broke his hair back impatiently on her shoulders and shivered to get rid of Emma, \u200b\u200ballowing wash Change your old self and her hair was slipping through their fingers, thick and family to your touch. Looked in the mirror through the room, saw the little Emma Bayliss and she would again be the same again.
A sound behind her made her turn. The doorknob of the room spun, twisted and forced as if someone on the other side had difficulty opening it. Ms. Dark
thought. The woman had returned to whip up bloody. He returned to take the Master. Tessa crossed the room quickly, grabbed the jar of porcelain sink, and then ran to the door, drawing heavily from the jug in white fist.
The knob turned, the door opened. In the shadows Tessa could see only the shadows of someone walking into the room. She stepped forward, maneuvering the jar with all his strength.
The shadow moved, faster than a whip, but not fast enough, the jug fell against the arm of the figure before flying Tessa grip and crashed into a far wall. The rain broken crockery on the floor while the stranger cried.
The stranger was indisputably male. Fluid and curses that followed.
She backed away, ran to the door, but it was closed and pulled the knob as he could, it would not budge. Bright light flashed through the room as if the sun rise. Tessa turned, blinking away the tears from his eyes and looked.
There was a guy standing in front of her. Could not be much older, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. He was dressed in what looked like work clothes, a worn black jacket, pants, tough-looking boots. He wore no vest and thin leather straps across his waist and chest. Attached to these strips were weapons, daggers, folding knives and things that looked like sheets of ice. In his right hand had turned a kind of stone, which shone light providing part of the room close to Tessa. His other hand, thin and long fingers, he was bleeding where she had struck him with his pitcher.
But that was not what made her stare. He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Matted black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth and long, thick eyelashes. Even the curve of her throat was perfect. He looked like a hero of fiction that she had conjured of her head. However, she never imagined one of them waved his hand, cursing
bleeding in charge.
He was turning around to face him, because the cursing stopped.
"cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very common. The critic looked at his hand interest. "It could be fatal."
Tessa looked at him with wide eyes.
"Are you the master?"
He leaned his hand on the side. Blood ran below, spilling on the floor.
"Oh, massive blood loss. Death may be imminent. "
" Are you the master? "
" Master? "He looked slightly surprised by his vehemence. "That means" teacher "in Latin, is not it?" [1]
"I ..." Tessa had a growing feeling that he was trapped in a strange sleep. "I guess so."
"Having been a teacher of many things in my life. Navigating the streets of London, the crew dancing, flower arranging Japanese style, lying on charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young with my charms. "Tessa watched. "Alas," he continued, "nobody has spoken to me recently as" master "or" Magister ", anyway. It's a shame ... "
" Are you highly intoxicated at the moment? "Tessa said the question in all seriousness, but at the same time realizing that the words out of his mouth that should have sounded terribly rude, or worse, flirt. He looked strong on his feet to really be drunk anyway. Nate had been intoxicated enough times to know the difference. Apparently he was just insane.
"very direct, I guess all Americans are, did you?" The boy looked fun. "Yes, your accent is from afar. What is your name then? "
Tessa looked at him without believing it.
"What's my name?"
"Do not you know?"
"You .... break into my room, scaring me to death, and what now demands to know my name? What on earth is your name? And who are you? Anyway.
"My name is Herondale," the boy said, encouraged. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very pleasant, right? "He walked to the window, looking slowly the pile of books on her nightstand and the bed itself. He waved the ropes. "Do you usually sleep tied to bed?"
Tessa felt her cheeks flamed and it was surprising, given the circumstances, which still had the capacity for shame. Should I tell the truth? Could be the master? Although not look like someone who needed to tie and impress girls to marry him.
"Here, hold this." He had a stone on. Tessa took it, half expecting to burn their fingers, but it was cool to the touch. At the time it hit his palm, the light dimmed to a fleeting flicker. She looked daunting, but he had walked to the window and looked out, bewildered. "Too bad we're on the third floor. I could cope with the jump, but you'll probably kill him. No, we go through the door and take our chances at home. "
" Go via ... "What?" Tessa, feeling in a state of semi-confusion, shook his head. "I do not understand."
"How can you not understand?" Said his books. "You read novels. Obviously I'm recovering. Do not I look like Sir Galahad? "Raised his arms dramatically. "My strength is the strength of ten because my heart is pure ..." [2]
Something echoed away into the house, the sound of a door closing. Will
said a word that probably never would have said Sir Galahad, and jumped away from the window. He landed with a wince, and glanced at his hand wound. "I will need to take care of this later. C'mon ... "He looked at her intently, with a question in his eyes.
"Miss Gray, "she said weakly. "Miss Theresa Gray. "
" Miss Gray, "he repeated. "Come, then, Miss Gray." Leap forward, moving toward the door, found the knob, turned, shot ...
Nothing happened.
"does not work," she said. "The door can be opened from inside."
Will growled, fiercely.
"Can not you?"
sought by his belt one of the hanging object. Chose the one that looked like a long, thin twigs, choosing it from small twigs cleanly, made of a silvery-white. He placed the end against the door and drew. Thick lines spiral out of flexible cylinder cap, making a whistling sound audible, spreading through the wood surface as if by pouring ink directly.
"Are you drawing?" Tessa asked. "I do not see how that can really ..."
There was a sound like breaking glass. The door knob without touching it, turned quickly, so quickly and the door opened, with a few wisps of smoke rising from its hinges.
"Now we do," said Will, and pocketing the strange object in his pocket, gestured to Tessa to follow him. "Come." She
inexplicably hesitated, looking into the room that had been her prison for nearly two months.
"My books ..."
"I'll give you more books," he urged in the corridor in front of him and closed the door behind him. After you catch it at the wrist, dragged her into the corridor and turned a corner. There were the stairs that she had fallen many times with Miranda, Will took two at once, pushing it before him. Tessa
heard a scream from below.
unmistakably of Ms. Dark.
"They have discovered that you're gone," said Will. They had reached the first landing, and Tessa slowed, only to be pulled forward by Will, who seemed unwilling to stop.
"Do not let the door?" She asked.
"We can not. The building is surrounded. There is a row of carriages stopped opposite. I think they arrived at a particularly exciting. "Will started down the stairs again, and Tess followed. "You know what the Dark Sisters had planned for tonight?"
"No."
"But you were waiting for someone called the Master?" They were in the basement now, where the plaster walls suddenly gave way the wet stone. Without the lantern Miranda was very dark. The heat rose to meet him like a wave. "For the Angel, is like the ninth circle of hell here."
"The ninth circle of hell is cold," Tessa said automatically.
He stared.
"What?"
"The Inferno" she said. "Hell is cold. Is covered with ice. "
He stared for a long time, with the corners of his mouth curling, then extended his hand.
"Give me the magic light." A blank expression he made a noise of impatience. "The stone. Give me the stone. "
At the time his hand closed around the stone, the light went on again, radiating from between her fingers. Tessa was the first time I had a design on the back of his hand, drawn as black ink. It seemed an open eye.
"As the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray," said, "let me give you some advice. The handsome young man who is trying to rescue her from a horrible fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and is made of hedgehogs. "
really is crazy, she thought Tessa, but did not say he was too alarmed by the fact that it was heading toward the large double doors Sisters room
Dark "No!" I took her arm, pulling it back. "Not there. No output. It's a dead end. "
" Correcting again, I see. "Will turned and walked away, into the darkened corridor that Tessa had always feared. Swallowing, followed.
narrowed the corridor passing through it, the walls pressing in on both sides. The heat was more intense there, making the hair Tessa shall authorize and stick to her temples and neck. The air was thick and was difficult to breathe. For a while they walked in silence, until Tessa could take no more time. He had to ask, even though he knew that the answer is no.
"Lord Herondale," he said, "My brother sent for me?"
She half feared that would make some crazy comments in response, but he just looked at her curiously. "Never heard of her brother," he said, and felt the dull pain of disappointment gnawing at his heart. Nate knew he could not have sent, did not know his name, then, how could I? But still hurt.
"And out of the last ten minutes, Miss Gray, I had never heard of you, either. I have been following the trail of a dead girl about two months. She was murdered, abandoned in an alley bleeding to death. I was running from ... something. "
The runner had reached a point of bifurcation, and after a pause, Will turned to the left. "There a dagger at his side, covered with blood. He was a symbol on it. Two snakes tail swallowing one another. "
Tessa felt a jolt. Abandoned in an alley bleeding to death. He had a dagger at his side.
sure the body was that of Emma.
" That's the same symbol on the side of the carriage Dark Sister. This is how I call the Dark Lady and Mrs. Black, I mean. "
" You're not the only one so named, the other Underworld do the same, "said Will." I discovered this fact while researching the symbol. I must have been that knife over a hundred shelters the underworld, looking for someone who could recognize. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears. "
" Underworld? "Tessa repeated, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?"
"Never mind," said Will. "I'm flaunting my research skills, and would prefer it without interruption. Where was I? "
" The dagger ... "Tessa was interrupted when a voice echoed through the hall, high and sweet and unmistakable.
"Miss Gray, "was the voice of Ms. Dark. Apparently traveling between the walls like a wisp of smoke. "Oh, Miss Graaaay. Where are you? "Tessa
froze.
"Oh, God caught me with ..."
Will grabbed his wrist again, and ran away with the light on the other hand haunted by throwing a wild pattern of light and shadow against the stone walls, rushed through the twisted corridor. The floor was sloping down, the stones underfoot gradually more slippery and wet as the air around them became more and more hot. It was as if it were a race to the bottom of hell same with the voices of the Sisters Dark bouncing off the walls.
"Miss Graaaaaay! We will not flee, you know. We will not let it hide. We will find doll. Know we will. "
Will and Tessa went on a corner and fell short, the corridor ended in a pair of tall metal gates. Freeing Tessa, Will is thrown at them. Opened and jumped inside, followed by Tessa, who spun to slam behind her.
The weight was almost too much for her, and had to push back against them to force them eventually to close.
The only lighting in the room was Will shiny stone, the light now thrown a burning between his fingers. It shone in the dark, as the center of attention on stage, he hit the rodeo to bolt the door. The bolt was heavy and covered with rust, and, standing so close to him as he was, could feel the tension in his body when he dragged him to the starting point and let it fall into place.
"Miss Gray?" He was leaning against it, his back against the closed door. I could feel the heartbeat rhythm of it, or was it yours? The white light emitted by the stone unevenly glowing against the acute angle of her cheek, a faint glow of sweat on his collarbone. He also saw that there were marks, rising from his shirt collar unbuttoned, as the brand in hand, thick and black, as if someone had designs inked on their skin.
"Where are we?" He whispered. "Are we safe?"
no answer he turned away, raising his right hand. When raised, the highest light shone, illuminating the room.
were in a kind of cell, although it was great. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of stone, dropping to a large drain in the middle of the floor. There was only one window, high up on the wall. There were no doors except for those who had entered. But none of that was what made you cut Tessa breathing.
The place was a slaughterhouse. There were long wooden tables that ran the length of the room. Bodies lying in one of them, human bodies, naked and pale. Each had a cut Y-shaped black marking his chest, and every head hung back from the edge of the table, the women's hair as a broom sweeping the ground. On the coffee table were piles of bloodstained knives and teeth, copper and brass, machinery, gears and saw silver metal with sharp teeth.
Tessa took a hand mouth, stifling a scream. He tasted blood by biting their own fingers. Will not seem to notice, his face blank as he looked around, quietly saying something that Tessa could not decipher.
There was a pop and metal doors shook, as if something heavy had been launched against them. Tessa dropped his bloody hand and cried: "Lord Herondale!"
Will turned, the door moved again. A voice echoed from the other side:
"Miss Gray! Quit now, and I will not hurt! "
" They're lying, "said Tessa quickly.
"Oh, do you really think so?" After using both sarcasm in the question as was humanly possible, Will pocketed his brilliant magical light and jumped on the coffee table, deck machinery bloodied. He bent down and picked up a brass saw looked strong and heavy in your hand. With a grunt of effort, threw toward the high window, the windows were broken, and Will raised his voice.
"Henry! Some help! please! Henry! "
" Who's Henry? "Called Tessa, but at that moment the door moved a third time, and fine cracks appeared in the metal. Obviously, they would not take much more time. Tessa ran into the table and grabbed a gun, almost at random, it was a hacksaw with jagged teeth, the kind used by butchers to cut through the bone. He turned, holding her, when the doors opened.
Dark Sisters were at the bottom of the door, Ms. Dark as tall and skinny as a rake in his bright lime green dress, and Mrs. Black, her face flushed, his eyes narrowed to slits. A bright corona of blue sparks around them, like small fireworks. Their eyes slid to Will standing still on the table, who had taken one of the ice sheets from his belt and then fell on Tessa. The mouth of Mrs. Black, a red bar on his pale face, stretched into a smile.
"Little Miss Gray," she said. "You should know better run. We told him what would happen if you ran away again ... "
" Then do it! Azóteme until I bleed. Kill me. I do not care! "Tessa shouted and was glad to see that the Dark Sisters looked the least bit surprised by his outburst, had been too terrified to speak out against them before. "I will not be delivered to the Master! Rather die "
" That unexpected sharp tongue you have, dear Miss Gray, "said Mrs. Black. With great deliberation he took off his right hand glove, and for the first time, Tessa saw his bare hand. The skin was gray and thick, like an elephant, long dark fingernails like claws. They looked as sharp as knives. Ms Tessa Black gave him a fixed smile. "Maybe if we cut your head, learn to care his manners. "
... He went to Tessa and was blocked by Will who jumped from the table to be among them." Malik "he said, his sword glowed white ice like a star.
" Out of my way, little warrior Nephilim! "said Mrs. Black. "And take the sword seraphim with you. This is not your battle. "
" You're wrong about that. "Will's eyes. "I've heard some things about you, my lady. Whispers that travel the underworld like a river of black poison. I am told that you and your sister will pay well for the bodies of dead humans, and no matter how much come to be. "
" So much fuss about some mundane. "Laughed Mrs. Dark between his teeth and moved to be with her sister, so that Will, with his flaming sword was between Tessa and both ladies. "We have no quarrel with you, Shadow Hunter, unless you choose to find one. Invaded our territory and broke the agreement to do so. We could report it to the Key.
"While Key disapprove intruders, curiously have an even darker on people beheaded and skinned. Are unique in their own way, "said Will.
"People?" Ms. Dark spat. "Mundane. Do not you care about them more than we do, "Tessa looked then. "Did he tell you what it is? He is not human. "
" You're not who to talk, "said Tessa trembling voice.
"And she has told him what it is?" Asked Ms. Black to Will. "What about talent? "What do you do?"
"If I were to hazard a guess," said Will, "I would say it has something to do with the Master. Ms. Dark
looked sharp
" Do you know Master? " He looked at Tessa. "Ah, I see. Only what she has said. Teacher, child angel, is more dangerous than you can imagine. And he has waited so long for someone with the ability to Tessa. We could even say he was the one who gave birth ... "
His words were swallowed by a huge roar, the entire east wall of the room suddenly collapsed. It was like the fall of the walls of Jericho of old illustrated Bible Tessa. One moment the wall was there, and the next it was, was a large rectangular hole in place, smoking with suffocating swirls of plaster dust. Ms. Dark
gave a little cry and took the skirts with his bony hands. Obviously not expect the collapse of the wall, like Tessa. Will
Tessa grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him, protecting his body when pieces of stone and plaster fell on them. When your arms were around her, Tessa could Ms. Black heard screaming.
Tessa grabbed Will, trying to see what was happening. Mrs. Dark, pointing to the trembling gloved fingers into the dark hole in the wall. The dust was beginning to settle, just enough so that the figures moving toward them through the remains, slowly began to take shape. The shadowed silhouettes of two figures were visible, each holding a sword, and each one glowing with the same blue light whitish Will blade. Angeles, Tessa thought, wondering, but did not. That light, so bright, what else could it be? Mrs. Black
gave a shriek and rushed forward. She threw her hands, and shot them sparks like fireworks exploding. Tessa heard someone scream, a very human cry and Will, freeing Tessa, turned and threw his sword blazing bright to Ms. Black. Brandished in the air, tip to tip, and went to his chest. Screaming and writhing, she staggered back and fell, crashing on one of the horrible tables, which collapsed in a welter of blood and splinters of wood.
Will smiled. It was a kind of pleasant smile. He turned to look at Tessa then. For a moment he stared in silence, through the space between and then his fellow came around him, two men in dark coats, brandishing their weapons bright and so fast that Tessa's vision became blurred. Tessa
backed into the wall, trying to avoid chaos in the center of the room, where Mrs. Dark, shouting imprecations, went to meet their attackers with searing energy that sparks flew from her hands like rain fire. Ms. Black was writhing on the floor, wisps of black smoke out of his body as if you were burning inside. Tessa went to the open door that led into the hall and strong hands caught her and drew back. Tessa cried and squirmed, but his hands around his forearms were so strong as iron. He turned his head to one side and sank his teeth into the hand
grabbed his left arm. Someone screamed and let go, to turn, she saw a tall man with a messy mop of red hair, he looked at her with a look of reproach, her left hand cradled against his chest bleeding.
"Will!" She screamed. "Will, she bit me!"
"Did he, Henry?" Will, looking funny as usual, like a spirit called the chaos and smoke and flames. Behind him, Tessa could see his second peers, a muscular young man with brown hair, fighting with Ms. Dark.
Ms. Black was a dark shape hunched on the floor. Will raised an eyebrow at Tessa. "It's bad bite," he said. "Rude, you know. Nobody told you that? "
" It is also rude to go grabbing ladies that have not been presented, "Tessa said coldly. "Nobody told you that?"
The redheaded man who had called Will Henry shook his bleeding hand with a sad smile. Face had a kind of pleasant, Tessa thought that almost felt guilty for having bitten.
"Will! Watch out! "The brown-haired man shouted. Will turned and saw something flying through the air, wandering little Henry's head, and slammed into the wall behind Tessa. It was a large brass zipper, and hit the wall with such force that went there as a marble embedded in a piece of cake. Tessa turned and saw Mrs. Black advancing towards them, his eyes burning like coal in her white face wrinkled. Black flames licking around the hilt of the sword that came out of his chest.
"Damn .." Will hit the handle of the other blade through the belt around his waist. "I thought I had put that thing ... "Ms. Black
rushed teeth bared. Will jumped out of his way, but Henry was not all that fast, she hit him and knocked him back. Clinging like a tick, he put him on the floor, growling, digging his claws into his shoulders while he screamed. Will be back, I had the sword in hand now, lifting, shouted "Uriel" and this went on under his control suddenly like a blazing torch. Tessa
fell back against the wall while wielding the sword Will down. Ms. Black
leaned back, his claws were removed, spreading it ... and the sword cut cleanly through his throat. Completely separated, her head fell to the ground, rolling and crashing, Henry, screaming in disgust, blackish blood-soaked and pushed the remains of his body away from him and stood up.
A terrible scream across the room.
"Nooooo!"
The cry had come from Ms. Dark. The brown-haired man that contained it, he let go with a sudden cry, as she shot blue fire of the hands and eyes.
Screaming in pain, he fell to the side while she was separated from him and moved on Will & Tessa's eyes blazed like torches Ms. Dark black. Whistled words in a language that Tessa had never heard. It sounded like the crackling of the flames. Raising a hand, she threw what looked like a ray of light to Tessa. With a cry Will she jumped in front of his gleaming sword extended. The beam bounced off the road and hit one of the stone walls, which shone with a strange light suddenly.
"Henry," cried Will, without turning, "if carried to Miss Gray to safety, soon ..."
Henry bite the hand fell on the shoulder of Tessa, when the lady threw another handful Dark ray toward her. Why are you trying to kill me? Tessa thought rapidly. Why not Will?
And then, when Henry drew her to him, more light was intercepted by the sword Will, refracted into a dozen fragments burning bright. Tessa, looked for a moment, caught by his improbable beauty and Henry then heard screaming, telling him to drop it down, but it was too late. One of the hot fragments had pierced his shoulder with an incredible force. It was like being beaten by a rushing train. Was removed by Henry, who picked it up and threw it back. His head struck the wall with blinding force. Was briefly aware only of the grating laugh Ms. Dark, before the outside world.
Tessa said nothing ¸ simply put his cheek and looked at the wall. He refused to let Ms. Black, or its ugly sister, saw how close he was to tears, or how much it hurt the rope that connected her ankles and wrists to the bed.
"She is completely insensitive to the honor we have given," said Ms. Dark, who was standing at the door as if Tessa will make sure not to break his bonds and escape. "It's absolutely disgusting."
"We did what we could to get it ready for the Master," said Ms. Black, and sighed. "A pity we had a clay so stupid to work, despite his talent. It is a small stupid liar. "
" In fact "agreed his sister. "You'll notice, what will happen to your brother if she tries to disobey us again, right? We are willing to be lenient this time but next time ... "gritted his teeth, a sound that made the hair on the nape of Tessa stood up," Nathaniel is not so lucky. "
Tessa could not stand, even knowing I should not talk, not give them the satisfaction, could not contain the words again.
"If you tell me who is the master, or what you want from me ..."
"He wants to marry you, silly "Ms. Black, finishing with knots, stepped back to admire his work. "He wants to give you everything."
"But why?" Tessa sighed. "Why me?"
"For your talent," said Ms. Dark. "For what you are and what you can do. We train you to do. You ought to us to be grateful. "
" But my brother. "Tears burned behind Tessa's eyes. No cry, no cry, no cry
, she told herself. "You told me that if I was doing everything I said, he would be going."
"Once you get married with the Master, he will give you anything you want. If your brother, he'll give. "There was no remorse or emotion in the voice of Mrs. Black. Ms. Dark
chuckled. "I know what you're thinking. He thinks that if he could have anything you wanted, would murder us.
"Do not waste your energy even imagine that possibility," Ms. Dark Tessa pulled her chin. "We have a contract protected by the Master. He will never harm, even if I wanted. He has promised us all, if you offer him. "He leaned closer, lowering his voice to make it a whisper. "We want healthy and intact. If it were not for him, I would have bled to death. If you dare disobey us again, I defy his wishes and whip you until your skin falls. Do you understand? "
Tessa turned her face to the wall.
There was one night in the main, they crossed Newfoundland, as Tessa could not sleep. Left the cabin for air, and saw the night sea ablaze with bright white mountains, icebergs, one of the sailors told him as he passed, lost pieces of northern ice masses broken by warm weather. Moving slowly in the dark water, like a white tower submerged city. Tessa thought she had never seen a vision so lonely.
Just imagine I had to start in the desert, he knew now.
Once the Sisters left, Tessa discovered that he no longer felt as if to mourn. The pressure behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a dull hollow feeling of despair. Ms. Dark was right. If Tessa could kill them both, I would have.
experimentally pulled the ropes that held his legs and arms tied to posts. These were not moving. The knots were tight, tight enough so that hiciesen mark their skin and their hands and feet tingled and stung like needles and pins. Had few minutes, estimated, before his legs fall asleep altogether.
Part of it, and not a small part, wanted to stop fighting, lie there gently until the Master came to take her. The sky was dark outside the small window, there would be much longer. Perhaps he really wanted to marry her. Perhaps he really wanted to give everything.
suddenly heard the voice of Aunt Harriet in her head. When you find a man they want to marry, Tessa, remember this: you know what kind of man he is, not because of anything he says but by the things he does.
Aunt Harriet was right, of course. No man with whom she would marry would be willing to treat it like a prisoner and a slave, and imprisoning and torturing his brother on behalf of his "talent."
was a parody and a joke. Heaven only knew what the teacher would do when the have it in their hands. If he lived, he imagined he would soon be eager not to be.
God, how could it be useful to the talent he possessed? Does the power to change your appearance? If you only had the power to turn things, metal chip, or cause you grew knives fingers. Or if you only had the power to become invisible, or shrink to the size of a mouse ... It was suddenly
still, so quiet you could hear the ticking of a mechanical angel against his chest. I had to shrink the size of a mouse, do you? All I had to do was to shrink enough so that the shackles around his wrists loose.
was possible that changes a person, a second time without touching something that was related to them, if I had done before. The sisters made her memorize how to do it. For the first time, was pleased with something that forced him to learn.
pressed his back against the hard mattress and forced himself to remember. The street, the kitchen, the movement the needle, the brightness of the light gas. I wanted it, wanted the change to come. What is your name? Emma, \u200b\u200bEmma Bayliss
...
Change pounced on it like a train, almost sacándole breathing, refilling your skin, reforming their bones. Stifled their fears and arched her back.
it happened. Flashing
, Tessa rose toward the ceiling, then glanced sideways at her wrists, the rope around them. They were his hands, the hands of Emma, \u200b\u200bthin and fragile, the circle of loose rope around her small wrists. Triumphant, Tessa waved her hands free and stood up, rubbing red marks where the rope had burned his skin.
Her ankles were still tied. He stretched forward, his fingers worked quickly in knots. Ms. Black, clutching the knots like a sailor. Tessa's fingers bled and hurt at the same time as the rope was thrown away and jumped to his feet.
Emma's hair was so thin and fine that slid off the clips that held Tessa's hair back. Tessa broke his hair back impatiently on her shoulders and shivered to get rid of Emma, \u200b\u200ballowing wash Change your old self and her hair was slipping through their fingers, thick and family to your touch. Looked in the mirror through the room, saw the little Emma Bayliss and she would again be the same again.
A sound behind her made her turn. The doorknob of the room spun, twisted and forced as if someone on the other side had difficulty opening it. Ms. Dark
thought. The woman had returned to whip up bloody. He returned to take the Master. Tessa crossed the room quickly, grabbed the jar of porcelain sink, and then ran to the door, drawing heavily from the jug in white fist.
The knob turned, the door opened. In the shadows Tessa could see only the shadows of someone walking into the room. She stepped forward, maneuvering the jar with all his strength.
The shadow moved, faster than a whip, but not fast enough, the jug fell against the arm of the figure before flying Tessa grip and crashed into a far wall. The rain broken crockery on the floor while the stranger cried.
The stranger was indisputably male. Fluid and curses that followed.
She backed away, ran to the door, but it was closed and pulled the knob as he could, it would not budge. Bright light flashed through the room as if the sun rise. Tessa turned, blinking away the tears from his eyes and looked.
There was a guy standing in front of her. Could not be much older, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. He was dressed in what looked like work clothes, a worn black jacket, pants, tough-looking boots. He wore no vest and thin leather straps across his waist and chest. Attached to these strips were weapons, daggers, folding knives and things that looked like sheets of ice. In his right hand had turned a kind of stone, which shone light providing part of the room close to Tessa. His other hand, thin and long fingers, he was bleeding where she had struck him with his pitcher.
But that was not what made her stare. He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Matted black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth and long, thick eyelashes. Even the curve of her throat was perfect. He looked like a hero of fiction that she had conjured of her head. However, she never imagined one of them waved his hand, cursing
bleeding in charge.
He was turning around to face him, because the cursing stopped.
"cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very common. The critic looked at his hand interest. "It could be fatal."
Tessa looked at him with wide eyes.
"Are you the master?"
He leaned his hand on the side. Blood ran below, spilling on the floor.
"Oh, massive blood loss. Death may be imminent. "
" Are you the master? "
" Master? "He looked slightly surprised by his vehemence. "That means" teacher "in Latin, is not it?" [1]
"I ..." Tessa had a growing feeling that he was trapped in a strange sleep. "I guess so."
"Having been a teacher of many things in my life. Navigating the streets of London, the crew dancing, flower arranging Japanese style, lying on charades, concealing a highly intoxicated state, delighting young with my charms. "Tessa watched. "Alas," he continued, "nobody has spoken to me recently as" master "or" Magister ", anyway. It's a shame ... "
" Are you highly intoxicated at the moment? "Tessa said the question in all seriousness, but at the same time realizing that the words out of his mouth that should have sounded terribly rude, or worse, flirt. He looked strong on his feet to really be drunk anyway. Nate had been intoxicated enough times to know the difference. Apparently he was just insane.
"very direct, I guess all Americans are, did you?" The boy looked fun. "Yes, your accent is from afar. What is your name then? "
Tessa looked at him without believing it.
"What's my name?"
"Do not you know?"
"You .... break into my room, scaring me to death, and what now demands to know my name? What on earth is your name? And who are you? Anyway.
"My name is Herondale," the boy said, encouraged. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very pleasant, right? "He walked to the window, looking slowly the pile of books on her nightstand and the bed itself. He waved the ropes. "Do you usually sleep tied to bed?"
Tessa felt her cheeks flamed and it was surprising, given the circumstances, which still had the capacity for shame. Should I tell the truth? Could be the master? Although not look like someone who needed to tie and impress girls to marry him.
"Here, hold this." He had a stone on. Tessa took it, half expecting to burn their fingers, but it was cool to the touch. At the time it hit his palm, the light dimmed to a fleeting flicker. She looked daunting, but he had walked to the window and looked out, bewildered. "Too bad we're on the third floor. I could cope with the jump, but you'll probably kill him. No, we go through the door and take our chances at home. "
" Go via ... "What?" Tessa, feeling in a state of semi-confusion, shook his head. "I do not understand."
"How can you not understand?" Said his books. "You read novels. Obviously I'm recovering. Do not I look like Sir Galahad? "Raised his arms dramatically. "My strength is the strength of ten because my heart is pure ..." [2]
Something echoed away into the house, the sound of a door closing. Will
said a word that probably never would have said Sir Galahad, and jumped away from the window. He landed with a wince, and glanced at his hand wound. "I will need to take care of this later. C'mon ... "He looked at her intently, with a question in his eyes.
"Miss Gray, "she said weakly. "Miss Theresa Gray. "
" Miss Gray, "he repeated. "Come, then, Miss Gray." Leap forward, moving toward the door, found the knob, turned, shot ...
Nothing happened.
"does not work," she said. "The door can be opened from inside."
Will growled, fiercely.
"Can not you?"
sought by his belt one of the hanging object. Chose the one that looked like a long, thin twigs, choosing it from small twigs cleanly, made of a silvery-white. He placed the end against the door and drew. Thick lines spiral out of flexible cylinder cap, making a whistling sound audible, spreading through the wood surface as if by pouring ink directly.
"Are you drawing?" Tessa asked. "I do not see how that can really ..."
There was a sound like breaking glass. The door knob without touching it, turned quickly, so quickly and the door opened, with a few wisps of smoke rising from its hinges.
"Now we do," said Will, and pocketing the strange object in his pocket, gestured to Tessa to follow him. "Come." She
inexplicably hesitated, looking into the room that had been her prison for nearly two months.
"My books ..."
"I'll give you more books," he urged in the corridor in front of him and closed the door behind him. After you catch it at the wrist, dragged her into the corridor and turned a corner. There were the stairs that she had fallen many times with Miranda, Will took two at once, pushing it before him. Tessa
heard a scream from below.
unmistakably of Ms. Dark.
"They have discovered that you're gone," said Will. They had reached the first landing, and Tessa slowed, only to be pulled forward by Will, who seemed unwilling to stop.
"Do not let the door?" She asked.
"We can not. The building is surrounded. There is a row of carriages stopped opposite. I think they arrived at a particularly exciting. "Will started down the stairs again, and Tess followed. "You know what the Dark Sisters had planned for tonight?"
"No."
"But you were waiting for someone called the Master?" They were in the basement now, where the plaster walls suddenly gave way the wet stone. Without the lantern Miranda was very dark. The heat rose to meet him like a wave. "For the Angel, is like the ninth circle of hell here."
"The ninth circle of hell is cold," Tessa said automatically.
He stared.
"What?"
"The Inferno" she said. "Hell is cold. Is covered with ice. "
He stared for a long time, with the corners of his mouth curling, then extended his hand.
"Give me the magic light." A blank expression he made a noise of impatience. "The stone. Give me the stone. "
At the time his hand closed around the stone, the light went on again, radiating from between her fingers. Tessa was the first time I had a design on the back of his hand, drawn as black ink. It seemed an open eye.
"As the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray," said, "let me give you some advice. The handsome young man who is trying to rescue her from a horrible fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and is made of hedgehogs. "
really is crazy, she thought Tessa, but did not say he was too alarmed by the fact that it was heading toward the large double doors Sisters room
Dark "No!" I took her arm, pulling it back. "Not there. No output. It's a dead end. "
" Correcting again, I see. "Will turned and walked away, into the darkened corridor that Tessa had always feared. Swallowing, followed.
narrowed the corridor passing through it, the walls pressing in on both sides. The heat was more intense there, making the hair Tessa shall authorize and stick to her temples and neck. The air was thick and was difficult to breathe. For a while they walked in silence, until Tessa could take no more time. He had to ask, even though he knew that the answer is no.
"Lord Herondale," he said, "My brother sent for me?"
She half feared that would make some crazy comments in response, but he just looked at her curiously. "Never heard of her brother," he said, and felt the dull pain of disappointment gnawing at his heart. Nate knew he could not have sent, did not know his name, then, how could I? But still hurt.
"And out of the last ten minutes, Miss Gray, I had never heard of you, either. I have been following the trail of a dead girl about two months. She was murdered, abandoned in an alley bleeding to death. I was running from ... something. "
The runner had reached a point of bifurcation, and after a pause, Will turned to the left. "There a dagger at his side, covered with blood. He was a symbol on it. Two snakes tail swallowing one another. "
Tessa felt a jolt. Abandoned in an alley bleeding to death. He had a dagger at his side.
sure the body was that of Emma.
" That's the same symbol on the side of the carriage Dark Sister. This is how I call the Dark Lady and Mrs. Black, I mean. "
" You're not the only one so named, the other Underworld do the same, "said Will." I discovered this fact while researching the symbol. I must have been that knife over a hundred shelters the underworld, looking for someone who could recognize. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears. "
" Underworld? "Tessa repeated, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?"
"Never mind," said Will. "I'm flaunting my research skills, and would prefer it without interruption. Where was I? "
" The dagger ... "Tessa was interrupted when a voice echoed through the hall, high and sweet and unmistakable.
"Miss Gray, "was the voice of Ms. Dark. Apparently traveling between the walls like a wisp of smoke. "Oh, Miss Graaaay. Where are you? "Tessa
froze.
"Oh, God caught me with ..."
Will grabbed his wrist again, and ran away with the light on the other hand haunted by throwing a wild pattern of light and shadow against the stone walls, rushed through the twisted corridor. The floor was sloping down, the stones underfoot gradually more slippery and wet as the air around them became more and more hot. It was as if it were a race to the bottom of hell same with the voices of the Sisters Dark bouncing off the walls.
"Miss Graaaaaay! We will not flee, you know. We will not let it hide. We will find doll. Know we will. "
Will and Tessa went on a corner and fell short, the corridor ended in a pair of tall metal gates. Freeing Tessa, Will is thrown at them. Opened and jumped inside, followed by Tessa, who spun to slam behind her.
The weight was almost too much for her, and had to push back against them to force them eventually to close.
The only lighting in the room was Will shiny stone, the light now thrown a burning between his fingers. It shone in the dark, as the center of attention on stage, he hit the rodeo to bolt the door. The bolt was heavy and covered with rust, and, standing so close to him as he was, could feel the tension in his body when he dragged him to the starting point and let it fall into place.
"Miss Gray?" He was leaning against it, his back against the closed door. I could feel the heartbeat rhythm of it, or was it yours? The white light emitted by the stone unevenly glowing against the acute angle of her cheek, a faint glow of sweat on his collarbone. He also saw that there were marks, rising from his shirt collar unbuttoned, as the brand in hand, thick and black, as if someone had designs inked on their skin.
"Where are we?" He whispered. "Are we safe?"
no answer he turned away, raising his right hand. When raised, the highest light shone, illuminating the room.
were in a kind of cell, although it was great. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of stone, dropping to a large drain in the middle of the floor. There was only one window, high up on the wall. There were no doors except for those who had entered. But none of that was what made you cut Tessa breathing.
The place was a slaughterhouse. There were long wooden tables that ran the length of the room. Bodies lying in one of them, human bodies, naked and pale. Each had a cut Y-shaped black marking his chest, and every head hung back from the edge of the table, the women's hair as a broom sweeping the ground. On the coffee table were piles of bloodstained knives and teeth, copper and brass, machinery, gears and saw silver metal with sharp teeth.
Tessa took a hand mouth, stifling a scream. He tasted blood by biting their own fingers. Will not seem to notice, his face blank as he looked around, quietly saying something that Tessa could not decipher.
There was a pop and metal doors shook, as if something heavy had been launched against them. Tessa dropped his bloody hand and cried: "Lord Herondale!"
Will turned, the door moved again. A voice echoed from the other side:
"Miss Gray! Quit now, and I will not hurt! "
" They're lying, "said Tessa quickly.
"Oh, do you really think so?" After using both sarcasm in the question as was humanly possible, Will pocketed his brilliant magical light and jumped on the coffee table, deck machinery bloodied. He bent down and picked up a brass saw looked strong and heavy in your hand. With a grunt of effort, threw toward the high window, the windows were broken, and Will raised his voice.
"Henry! Some help! please! Henry! "
" Who's Henry? "Called Tessa, but at that moment the door moved a third time, and fine cracks appeared in the metal. Obviously, they would not take much more time. Tessa ran into the table and grabbed a gun, almost at random, it was a hacksaw with jagged teeth, the kind used by butchers to cut through the bone. He turned, holding her, when the doors opened.
Dark Sisters were at the bottom of the door, Ms. Dark as tall and skinny as a rake in his bright lime green dress, and Mrs. Black, her face flushed, his eyes narrowed to slits. A bright corona of blue sparks around them, like small fireworks. Their eyes slid to Will standing still on the table, who had taken one of the ice sheets from his belt and then fell on Tessa. The mouth of Mrs. Black, a red bar on his pale face, stretched into a smile.
"Little Miss Gray," she said. "You should know better run. We told him what would happen if you ran away again ... "
" Then do it! Azóteme until I bleed. Kill me. I do not care! "Tessa shouted and was glad to see that the Dark Sisters looked the least bit surprised by his outburst, had been too terrified to speak out against them before. "I will not be delivered to the Master! Rather die "
" That unexpected sharp tongue you have, dear Miss Gray, "said Mrs. Black. With great deliberation he took off his right hand glove, and for the first time, Tessa saw his bare hand. The skin was gray and thick, like an elephant, long dark fingernails like claws. They looked as sharp as knives. Ms Tessa Black gave him a fixed smile. "Maybe if we cut your head, learn to care his manners. "
... He went to Tessa and was blocked by Will who jumped from the table to be among them." Malik "he said, his sword glowed white ice like a star.
" Out of my way, little warrior Nephilim! "said Mrs. Black. "And take the sword seraphim with you. This is not your battle. "
" You're wrong about that. "Will's eyes. "I've heard some things about you, my lady. Whispers that travel the underworld like a river of black poison. I am told that you and your sister will pay well for the bodies of dead humans, and no matter how much come to be. "
" So much fuss about some mundane. "Laughed Mrs. Dark between his teeth and moved to be with her sister, so that Will, with his flaming sword was between Tessa and both ladies. "We have no quarrel with you, Shadow Hunter, unless you choose to find one. Invaded our territory and broke the agreement to do so. We could report it to the Key.
"While Key disapprove intruders, curiously have an even darker on people beheaded and skinned. Are unique in their own way, "said Will.
"People?" Ms. Dark spat. "Mundane. Do not you care about them more than we do, "Tessa looked then. "Did he tell you what it is? He is not human. "
" You're not who to talk, "said Tessa trembling voice.
"And she has told him what it is?" Asked Ms. Black to Will. "What about talent? "What do you do?"
"If I were to hazard a guess," said Will, "I would say it has something to do with the Master. Ms. Dark
looked sharp
" Do you know Master? " He looked at Tessa. "Ah, I see. Only what she has said. Teacher, child angel, is more dangerous than you can imagine. And he has waited so long for someone with the ability to Tessa. We could even say he was the one who gave birth ... "
His words were swallowed by a huge roar, the entire east wall of the room suddenly collapsed. It was like the fall of the walls of Jericho of old illustrated Bible Tessa. One moment the wall was there, and the next it was, was a large rectangular hole in place, smoking with suffocating swirls of plaster dust. Ms. Dark
gave a little cry and took the skirts with his bony hands. Obviously not expect the collapse of the wall, like Tessa. Will
Tessa grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him, protecting his body when pieces of stone and plaster fell on them. When your arms were around her, Tessa could Ms. Black heard screaming.
Tessa grabbed Will, trying to see what was happening. Mrs. Dark, pointing to the trembling gloved fingers into the dark hole in the wall. The dust was beginning to settle, just enough so that the figures moving toward them through the remains, slowly began to take shape. The shadowed silhouettes of two figures were visible, each holding a sword, and each one glowing with the same blue light whitish Will blade. Angeles, Tessa thought, wondering, but did not. That light, so bright, what else could it be? Mrs. Black
gave a shriek and rushed forward. She threw her hands, and shot them sparks like fireworks exploding. Tessa heard someone scream, a very human cry and Will, freeing Tessa, turned and threw his sword blazing bright to Ms. Black. Brandished in the air, tip to tip, and went to his chest. Screaming and writhing, she staggered back and fell, crashing on one of the horrible tables, which collapsed in a welter of blood and splinters of wood.
Will smiled. It was a kind of pleasant smile. He turned to look at Tessa then. For a moment he stared in silence, through the space between and then his fellow came around him, two men in dark coats, brandishing their weapons bright and so fast that Tessa's vision became blurred. Tessa
backed into the wall, trying to avoid chaos in the center of the room, where Mrs. Dark, shouting imprecations, went to meet their attackers with searing energy that sparks flew from her hands like rain fire. Ms. Black was writhing on the floor, wisps of black smoke out of his body as if you were burning inside. Tessa went to the open door that led into the hall and strong hands caught her and drew back. Tessa cried and squirmed, but his hands around his forearms were so strong as iron. He turned his head to one side and sank his teeth into the hand
grabbed his left arm. Someone screamed and let go, to turn, she saw a tall man with a messy mop of red hair, he looked at her with a look of reproach, her left hand cradled against his chest bleeding.
"Will!" She screamed. "Will, she bit me!"
"Did he, Henry?" Will, looking funny as usual, like a spirit called the chaos and smoke and flames. Behind him, Tessa could see his second peers, a muscular young man with brown hair, fighting with Ms. Dark.
Ms. Black was a dark shape hunched on the floor. Will raised an eyebrow at Tessa. "It's bad bite," he said. "Rude, you know. Nobody told you that? "
" It is also rude to go grabbing ladies that have not been presented, "Tessa said coldly. "Nobody told you that?"
The redheaded man who had called Will Henry shook his bleeding hand with a sad smile. Face had a kind of pleasant, Tessa thought that almost felt guilty for having bitten.
"Will! Watch out! "The brown-haired man shouted. Will turned and saw something flying through the air, wandering little Henry's head, and slammed into the wall behind Tessa. It was a large brass zipper, and hit the wall with such force that went there as a marble embedded in a piece of cake. Tessa turned and saw Mrs. Black advancing towards them, his eyes burning like coal in her white face wrinkled. Black flames licking around the hilt of the sword that came out of his chest.
"Damn .." Will hit the handle of the other blade through the belt around his waist. "I thought I had put that thing ... "Ms. Black
rushed teeth bared. Will jumped out of his way, but Henry was not all that fast, she hit him and knocked him back. Clinging like a tick, he put him on the floor, growling, digging his claws into his shoulders while he screamed. Will be back, I had the sword in hand now, lifting, shouted "Uriel" and this went on under his control suddenly like a blazing torch. Tessa
fell back against the wall while wielding the sword Will down. Ms. Black
leaned back, his claws were removed, spreading it ... and the sword cut cleanly through his throat. Completely separated, her head fell to the ground, rolling and crashing, Henry, screaming in disgust, blackish blood-soaked and pushed the remains of his body away from him and stood up.
A terrible scream across the room.
"Nooooo!"
The cry had come from Ms. Dark. The brown-haired man that contained it, he let go with a sudden cry, as she shot blue fire of the hands and eyes.
Screaming in pain, he fell to the side while she was separated from him and moved on Will & Tessa's eyes blazed like torches Ms. Dark black. Whistled words in a language that Tessa had never heard. It sounded like the crackling of the flames. Raising a hand, she threw what looked like a ray of light to Tessa. With a cry Will she jumped in front of his gleaming sword extended. The beam bounced off the road and hit one of the stone walls, which shone with a strange light suddenly.
"Henry," cried Will, without turning, "if carried to Miss Gray to safety, soon ..."
Henry bite the hand fell on the shoulder of Tessa, when the lady threw another handful Dark ray toward her. Why are you trying to kill me? Tessa thought rapidly. Why not Will?
And then, when Henry drew her to him, more light was intercepted by the sword Will, refracted into a dozen fragments burning bright. Tessa, looked for a moment, caught by his improbable beauty and Henry then heard screaming, telling him to drop it down, but it was too late. One of the hot fragments had pierced his shoulder with an incredible force. It was like being beaten by a rushing train. Was removed by Henry, who picked it up and threw it back. His head struck the wall with blinding force. Was briefly aware only of the grating laugh Ms. Dark, before the outside world.
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[1] In English, Tessa asks for "Magister" which, as Will says is "Master" in Latin.
[2] Sir Galahad is a knight of the Round Table of King Arthur and one of three that reached
the Grail in the Arthurian legends.
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