Ex Tenebris: A Dark Fantasy (Nëphyr Book 1) by Cindy Mezni

Author:Cindy Mezni [Mezni, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-28T06:00:00+00:00

My eyes opened with difficulty. I had to try several times to keep my eyes open. I had the feeling of having slept many hours while also having the sensation of not having rested for days. I looked around me. I noticed quickly I was lying down. What the—? I sat up in a quick motion when I became aware of what was around me. I was still in New Hell but a good layer of snow covered the area around me. If being stretched out in the snow and soaked in the middle of winter didn’t trouble me, given that as a creature of Hell my physical temperature turned around 113 °F, it was the deserted street where I was that disturbed me. I’d already been here. Once. It was Barclay Street, near the One World Trade Center. I recognized the St. Peter Roman Catholic Church or at least the vestiges that were left of it. I’d fainted earlier in my room—impossible thing for a Nëphyr—and now I found myself here at my waking. What was this madness? What was I doing here?

“Nemesis . . .”

In a fraction of a second, I stood up, turned in the direction where my name came from and ready to attack the one who’d pronounced it. Even if it was only a murmur, I would have recognized this voice among the applause of a raving crowd. Ezekiel. The problem was that he wasn’t here. The street was deserted, except for me.

“Nemesis . . .”

I spun around. My name came from just behind me. But once again, nobody in sight. I began to lose patience slowly but surely.

“You’re hiding, bastard?” I said, my voice echoing all around me. “Silly me! That is all you have done for years. Coward as you are, it doesn’t surprise me!”

No one answered me. I looked everywhere, sniffed at the air to locate his smell, which I knew by heart. No sign of any presence near me. This was definitely not normal. Where did his voice come from? And how the Devil had I ended up here? Then I noticed what was wrong in this moment. My dress. It was pristine white. Yet, I was wearing a black one minutes ago. So it wasn’t reality. Was it the fruit of my imagination, more exactly that of the Illusionaë, or did it come from somebody else? The first possibility was rather unlikely, I wasn’t as starving as the last time when my gift had manifested itself. The only option remaining was that a person was manipulating me. Except that Ezekiel and I were the only ones to know this moment of my past. Images came back to me in snippets. I looked carefully at the piece of clothing I was wearing. As I suspected, it was the exact replica of the one I’d worn that day. There was no doubt anymore, it was either the product of my mind or that of Ezekiel. If it was him, I didn’t know how he was doing it.

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