Jacaranda by Cherie Priest

Author:Cherie Priest [Priest, Cherie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Horror, Science Fiction, Historical, Steampunk, clockwork century, cherie priest, Alternate History
ISBN: 9781596066847
Google: EsmtoQEACAAJ
Amazon: B00R4UUQ6W
Barnesnoble: B00R4UUQ6W
Goodreads: 22667736
Publisher: Subterranean
Published: 2014-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Sister Eileen knew where Sarah’s quarters were, so she led them there—to the first floor, where the girl lived in an oversized suite almost big enough to call an apartment. She knocked, quietly the first time, louder the second time, and with true insistence on the third round.

From within, there was no answer—not even a sleepy mumble telling them to come back later.

The nun pressed her ear to the door, very near to the crack; and Juan Rios couldn’t quite shake the suspicion that she was sniffing again, trying to catch the scent of whatever waited on the other side. She regarded the two men with an instant of gold in her big brown eyes, a flash of light like a glimmering seam in a boulder. “Something’s wrong.”

“Truer words were never spoken, ma’am.”

“No, something new—something else. She’s in there, I can sense it,” she said vaguely. “But she isn’t moving. She isn’t breathing. I don’t smell any blood, but I don’t think she’s alive.” Before either of her companions could argue with her, or wonder aloud how she knew all that, she declared, “We have to open this door!” She tried the knob, wrestling it back and forth until a loud snap announced that it’d broken in her hands.

The Ranger drew his gun, but the nun told him to, “Put it away—just help me, she’s in there alone.”

Before the padre had a chance to listen, before he could even come to stand beside her, she shoved her shoulder against the door: once, twice, a third time in very quick succession…each blow sounding heavier than it looked. And before the men could lend her aid, the door collapsed inward with a crash—it banged against the wall and ricocheted, then stopped against her foot as she flung herself inside.

The Ranger and the padre looked wide-eyed at one another, and then at the door. The jamb had been smashed to splinters, and a long fault line had cracked the main panel almost in two.

But there was no time to comment upon the little nun’s strength.

Not when Sarah swung from a long cotton belt, fastened around her neck, tied around a heating pipe that ran along the ceiling. Not when her feet dangled over the nightstand from which she’d leaped.

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