My Soul to Take by Amy Sumida Read Free Book Online

shocked. People's lives were threads? I mean, really?
    “Yes, but that's just a word, a way of helping people understand what fate is,” Clotho shrugged. “We can see the energy that radiates forward from every living being. It does so, generally, in a line.”
    “Within this energy are possibilities,” Lachesis intoned. “All of your choices influence this line and alter it every day.”
    “But, for the most part,” Atropos added, “the energy stays focused on an outcome... your fate.”
    “Most humans have simple fates,” Clotho said gently. “To marry, have children, perhaps invent something important or destroy something important, and then pass on.”
    “But others have complex fates,” Lachesis looked pointedly at me. “These fates, these energies, have a wide area of influence and can affect other fates.”
    “If you mess with such a fate line, it can go very badly for everyone,” Atropos said grimly.
    “Yes, I've discovered that,” I ground out.
    “We know,” Clotho sighed. “You tangled your fate but then you corrected it, so it should have straightened out.”
    “Should have?” Trevor leaned forward.
    “Well, then you went and broke your star, didn't you?” Atropos snapped.
    “She didn't break it on purpose,” Odin said firmly, in a voice which brooked no argument. “She was viciously attacked by his son-in-law,” Odin pointed at Re.
    “That wasn't my fault,” Re huffed. “I didn't order Ptah to attack Vervain. I would never have done so. I love her.”
    “Stop it!” Lachesis slashed her hand through the air. “No one blames Vervain for what happened, least of all we three, who know what she has been through,” Lachesis shot Atropos a quelling look. “What's done is done. The star is shattered and the triple trinity is broken. The three threads of fate that had been woven together by your star have been separated once more. They are spread too far apart and it's just a matter of time before one of them hits another soul's thread and tangles again. This must be rectified and that is why you're here, Godhunter.”
    “You can fix my star?” I sat up straight.
    “No, not as such,” Clotho took over. “Our magic was made to assist fate. We monitor the threads and interfere only when destiny has gone off course.”
    “Then we step in and help... or hurt,” Atropos shrugged, her elaborate red braids shifting around her shoulders. “Whatever is necessary.”
    “Yes, you always do whatever is necessary,” Clotho sighed.
    “We all do,” Lachesis pulled back her long, raven hair into a serviceable bun. “I am the Alotter and I can cut away the obstacles from your threads.”
    “I am the Spinner,” Clotho smiled at me brightly, “and I can spin blessings into your threads.”
    “And I am the Unturnable,” Atropos intoned. “I can straighten you out.”
    “Atropos!” Lachesis snapped.
    “I can take the measure of your threads and add wisdom to them,” Atropos corrected. “I can even lend you the ability to take the measure of others.”
    “And here I thought I was just going to talk to you guys about a prophecy,” I snorted.
    “Silenus' prophecy was a means to bring you here,” Clotho winked at me.
    “You could have just texted,” I frowned.
    “The prophecy was valid,” Clotho laughed. “It was meant to be spoken. Your dilemma over the future needed to be solved and you made the right decision, Godhunter.”
    “I did?” I was honestly surprised. That seemed to happen so rarely.
    “You did,” Atropos admitted grudgingly. “Those gods, the rainbows and the bottled water woman... I like that, by the way, very witty.”
    “Thank you,” I smirked.
    “They were meant to live,” Atropos ignored me and went on. “Well, at least for now.”
    “But as much as you've made many valid corrections to the future...” Clotho chewed her lip, looking like a worried doll.
    “There was one big mistake,” Lachesis delivered the harsh news.
    “You mean, besides