The Space Between by Brenna Yovanoff

Author:Brenna Yovanoff [Yovanoff, Brenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Love & Romance, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, General, Fantasy, Fiction
ISBN: 9781101558911
Google: m39BeCDraVEC
Amazon: 1595143394
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2011-11-14T03:30:00+00:00

The world is made of chrome and even in the dark there are no stars. Below me, the city sprawls vacant and pitch black.

“You’re dreaming,” my mother says behind me, and I know that it’s the truth because although she might tell wild, fanciful stories, she never tells lies.

We’re standing on the roof of the Spire building, in a garden that is not my mother’s garden. It’s built of metal and something clear and smooth that doesn’t exist at home. It looks like glass.

The whole roof is covered with flowers, real ones, and when I look up, carnations fall in cascades from a sky that should be orange or gray but only looms a deep, solid black.

When I turn to face her, Lilith is standing in front of the portrait of Azrael, which blazes a violent red on the wall behind her. The glow is so bright that at first, I can’t make out her face. Then she turns, looking out toward the terminal, and I see the familiar line of her profile.

“Something’s coming for you,” she says, gazing over the dark city. “And you don’t even have the sense to be afraid.”

“What is it?” I whisper, because her expression is too stony to mean anything good.

She bows her head, letting her hair fall forward like a curtain coming down on a stage, obscuring her face. “Azrael’s been busy, and none of you are safe, not now that he’s unleashed Dark Dreadful.”

The sky burns red as roses suddenly, lit with a glow so much brighter than the furnace. I reach into my coat pockets and they’re full of flowers. As I pull my hands out, loose petals cling to my fingers. Violets.

I brush them away and step closer. “She’s here in Chicago, isn’t she? She’s the one that killed Deirdre.”

Around me, the air is suddenly heavy, pressing in. Flowers burst into flames at my feet. I’m crossing the garden through drifts of ash. It powders over the tops of my boots and my mother doesn’t have to answer for me to know it’s the truth.

“Did she take Obie? Is that what happened to him?” But if that was what happened, I wouldn’t be looking for him now. He’d already be dead.

Lilith just turns away, staring around at the burning flowers and the glass garden. “I think I understand your talent now,” she says, smiling down at the layers of ash. “I never stopped to think that perhaps it could only manifest on Earth. Have you discovered it yet?”

The answer seems obvious and I nod. “I can burn things by touching them. I did it to some doorknobs and a man under a bridge.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “That? That’s just a parlor trick. Half the family can do it. I’m thinking that your true talent is far more complex.”

I want to ask why she’s so much nicer here in my dream, but the question is a stupid one, because dreams aren’t real. She’s reaching for me now, her expression almost eager, and I back away, suddenly terrified of what she’s going to say next.

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