Demon Hunts by Ce Murphy Read Free Book Online

raven as company. I ran a few feet, then fell to my knees, panting for air that was too wild to run smoothly into my lungs. “Where are we? Who are they?”
    Quoth the raven, Nevermore, and this time he didn’t sound irritated by it. I craned my neck, trying to see the bird on my shoulder clearly. “They’re dead? This isn’t the Dead Zone. And I can’t see ghosts.”
    As soon as I said it I knew I was wrong. I could see ghosts, when the raven was on my shoulder. I thought it was something to do with a raven’s transitory state between life and death, with its history as a beast found feasting after battles and its mythology of riding the shoulders of those who ushered the living into another world. “They’re ghosts?”
    Ravens didn’t have lips to curl, but he did a fine job of curling his lip anyway, thereby relegating me to my usual position of being a day late and a dollar short in terms of esoteric knowledge. “If they’re not ghosts and this isn’t the Dead Zone—” Which it wasn’t; that much, at least, I was sure of. What I referred to as the Dead Zone was a bleak nothingness about half a meter smaller than eternity. This frozen landscape had bleak written all over it, but it also had the personality of a storm. The Dead Zone had no such thing. “—then where are we?”
    The raven dumped me unceremoniously back into Melinda’s power circle.
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    I had not been lying on my back when I went under. I was now, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Melinda in the doorway, Caroline in her arms and a curious expression on both faces. With Caroline, it probably meant gas. With Mel, it probably meant she was trying really hard not to ask why Iwas flat on my back in the middle of her sanctuary. “Do you have any spirit animals, Mel?”
    She, after a moment’s hesitation, said, “Yes….”
    I fluttered a hand in reassurance. “Don’t worry, I’m not rude enough to ask what they are. Just, do they ever effectively coldcock you and leave you sprawled on the floor?”
    The corner of her mouth quirked. “I’m afraid not.”
    â€œI didn’t think so. I don’t get no respect.” The raven was no longer visible, though I could feel his weight on my chest, like he was staring at me. Waiting for me to get my act together, presumably. “I think I jump-started your power circle. Sorry.”
    â€œIt’s okay. You shouldn’t have been able to, but it’s okay.”
    â€œReally?” I pushed up on my elbows. Light still glimmered around the edges of the circle, stronger than the residuals Melinda’d left for me to study. I suddenly got the idea she was outside it because she wasn’t allowed in, which wasn’t good on two levels. One, it was her circle, so it seemed like she should be able to breeze right through anything I did. Two, and possibly more important, I didn’t know how to take it down. It felt nothing like the healing power I’d become reasonably competent at drawing on; that came from within, and the circle’s power seemed to be outside of me. Its strength had come from somewhere else. The raven, maybe. I squinted the Sight on to give him a hard look, but the little bastard disappeared and left me to deal with my own problems. “Really on both counts? It’s really okay, and I shouldn’t have been able to?”
    â€œReally on both counts. If I didn’t like you, it wouldn’t be okay at all, but if I didn’t like you, I think you probably wouldn’t have been able to. I hope.” Melinda frowned, giving me the uncomfortable sensation that I was out of her league, magically speaking. I mean, I knew I was, according to whatshe and Billy kept telling me, but knowing it and feeling it were two different things.
    â€œWe’ll go with me not being able to. I’m not even sure I opened this one. Did you