The Ghouls Of Wrath by H. P. Mallory

Author:H. P. Mallory [Mallory, H. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, paranormal romance, fantasy romance, vampire romance, supernatural romance, urban fantasy romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Of course.” He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter, trying to make himself look big. He succeeded, but only until you looked at Bram. “The Great Shadow and the White Spider will rise from beneath the snow,” he said, “and they will unmake this eternal winter. The Witch’s Seal shall be broken, and the sun will shine again.”

“The witch’s seal?” said Quillan suddenly. He uncrossed his arms and looked around at us. His eyes were wide.

I looked at him. “Yeah, why?”

He glanced at Bram before he kept talking. “Bram’s friend Grenwal is the one who brought us—”

At the same time, Sevrex and the other priest slammed their fists into their palms. They bowed their heads, scrunching up their faces, and muttered something in a language I didn’t understand. Which means it could have been literally anything that wasn’t English and maybe ten words of Dora-taught Spanish, but it was probably in whatever language demons spoke.

“…Oookayyy,” I said, watching them. Quillan and I looked at each other.

“That bitch,” said Sevrex.

“Oh, you know her?” Bram asked casually.

Quillan said, “oh” quietly, and then, louder for the rest of us, “She cursed Dromir, didn’t she?”

Sevrex and Bastiok gave him a murderous look that said, “She sure fucking did.”

“That bitch,” Sevrex said again, “tore the sun out of the sky and buried us in the ice.” He lost himself to a kind of angry, half-reverent trance. “It thirsts for all things that move, it hungers for all things that breathe. It siphons the heat from the world and exhales the fog of cold death upon unburied bodies.”

He stopped and looked around the room. Quillan shuffled his feet. Knight coughed.

“I’ve seen it—the ice you’re talking about,” I said.

I expected that announcement to illicit some kind of reaction, but Sevrex just laughed. “Of course you have!” he said, but it sounded less like he meant everyone had seen it and more like he’d suspected this was coming all along. He put his hand over his mouth and smiled to himself, but it wasn’t a happy smile. He looked more than a little crazy. Something on the inside had cracked just now. “Then we’re done for.”

“The ice was in the dungeons.”

“It made it to the old city?” said Bastiok, horrified.

“The old city?” said Bram.

“Vastok is built on the bones of the city the witch knew,” said Sevrex.

Vastok. Alright, the city had a name. I’d just kind of assumed everything was called Dromir.

“I saw some of the city,” said Knight. “Buildings and fountains.”

“And how close was the ice?” asked Sevrex.

“Right up on it.”

“Dammit!” Sevrex pulled his hands through his sleeves and walked himself in a circle. He was breathing through his mouth, and way too fast. “No, no, we can’t be too late, we can’t!”

Bastiok grabbed him by the shoulders. “We aren’t. That’s why they’re here, isn’t it? This is the golden hour, the moment of utmost truth. They are here just at the edge of the last of her curse.”

“At the eleventh fucking hour?” said Sevrex, shoving him off.

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