01 Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

Author:Cynthia Hand [Hand, Cynthia]
Language: spa
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins US
Published: 2011-05-27T05:00:00+00:00

When we pull up to the house three hours later, after first dropping Wendy at the Lazy Dog, Mom says to us, “All right. Go up to your room. Wait for me there. I’ll be a little while.”

Angela and I go into the house. It’s not dark yet but I have the urge to turn on all the lights as we retreat to my room. We sit down together on my bed.

We hear Mom knock on Jeffrey’s door.

“Hey,” she says when he answers. “I thought I’d drop you off at a movie in Jackson, since I’ve spoiled your sister all day. It’s only fair.”

After they’re gone, Angela puts her arms around me and pulls my quilt around us both, because I can’t stop shivering. And we wait. Mom’s car crackles up the driveway about an hour later. The door slams. We listen to the careful creak of her feet on the stairs. Then she knocks, very lightly.

“Come in,” I croak.

She smiles when she sees us huddled together.

“You shouldn’t have taken Jeffrey away,” I say. “What if that guy’s out there?”

“I don’t want you two to be scared, okay?” she says. “We’re safe here.”

“Who was he?” Angela asks.

Mom sighs, a resigned, tired exhalation. “He was a Black Wing. Chances are he was only passing through.”

“A fallen angel hanging out in the mall in Idaho Falls?” says Angela.

“When I saw him, I . . .” I start to choke up, remembering.

“You felt his sorrow.”

“His sorrow?” repeats Angela.

“Angels don’t have the kind of free will that you or I do. When they go against their design, it causes them an enormous amount of physical and psychological pain. All Black Wings feel this.”

“Why didn’t you or Angela feel it?” I ask.

“Some of us are more sensitive than others to their presence,” she says. “It’s actually an advantage. You can feel them coming.”

“And what should we do, if we see them?”

“You do what we did today. You run.”

“We can’t fight them?” asks Angela, her voice higher-pitched than normal. Mom shakes her head. “Not even you?”

“No. Angels are almost infinitely powerful. The best you can do is escape. If you’re lucky—and today we were lucky—the angel won’t consider you worth his time.”

We’re all quiet for a minute.

“The surest defense is to stay undetected,” Mom says.

“So why didn’t you want me to know about them?” I can’t keep the accusation out of my voice. “Why don’t you want Jeffrey to know?”

“Because your consciousness draws them, Clara. If you’re aware of their existence, you’re more likely to be discovered.”

She looks steadily at Angela, who meets her gaze for a few seconds before she turns away, her fingers tightening on the edge of my quilt. Angela was the one who told me about the Black Wings.

“I’m sorry,” whispers Angela.

“It’s all right,” says Mom. “You didn’t know.”

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