Resurrection by Nancy Holder & Debbie Viguie

Author:Nancy Holder & Debbie Viguie [Holder, Nancy & Viguie, Debbie]
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Family, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Magic, Multigenerational, Fantasy, Social Issues, Love & Romance, Magic, Warlocks, Witches, Values & Virtues, Good and evil
Published: 2009-12-07T20:50:45+00:00

SEVEN

ANISE

Deveraux hearts are always cold

Despite whatever lies we've told

But something's changing deep inside

Even our wickedness can't hide

Trapped we are by all our years

While fire burns and fire sears

At the end, sacrifice is all we know

But it only makes the darkness grow

Scarborough: Nicole, Amanda, Richard, Tommy, and Owen

"No," Nicole said brokenly, as she rose from Amanda's bed and began to pace. She went to the window and gazed out at her little son, wrapped in a soft blanket cradled against his grandfather's powerful chest. Tommy walked beside Richard, and the two were talking earnestly. They kept glancing back at House Moore, almost as if they knew she and Amanda spoke of matters regarding life and death.

Owen's death. Her child, her baby… Her heart wouldn't stop racing. She wasn't sure her feet were: touching the floor.

"It's a book of prophecies," Amanda said gently but firmly, gesturing to the ancient manuscript.

"Merlin's prophecies. And many of them have come true."

She had fought the voice, and won. It was a secret no longer, despite the pain it was causing. They had to face it.

Had to deal with it.

Had to decide what to do.

Tears streamed down Nicole's face. "No, you're wrong. Merlin is a mythical person. It's a trick. It's not real."

"Niki, I'm so sorry," Amanda said. "But…" She trailed off, as if she couldn't bear to continue.

"But, Amanda, it's Owen." Her face crumpled and she began to let go, to give in to her fear. If she broke down, Amanda would have to pull her together, and maybe it would distract her twin long enough for her to… to what?

No. She had to keep her wits about her. Owen was counting on her.

"It's Owen," she managed. Everything inside her was clenched and terrified--bones, blood, soul.

"I know." Amanda hung her head and began to cry.

"You said yourself the house is evil. That's an evil book." Nicole could barely get the words out. The knot in her throat was choking her. She wanted to take the book and throw it out the window, burn it in the fireplace.

"It's the Book of Merlin, one of the greatest wizards who ever lived," Amanda replied. She got to her feet and walked to Nicole. "That night, I heard singing. It was Owen, Niki. It was."

"You said someone grabbed your hand. And Owen was fast asleep." Nicole seized on the argument like a woman with a noose around her neck pleading for her life. "He was asleep. You can't deny that.""I don't know what happened. But--"

Nicole whirled around. Amanda's face was blotched with crying. The sight terrified Nicole; it was as if Amanda had given up all hope.

"And what about the rest of it?" Nicole added quickly. Her voice rose. "He doesn't have a mark behind his ear. He hasn't killed anything innocent or otherwise. He hasn't, Amanda. Admit it!"Amanda hesitated, and she felt Niki's desperate surge of hope.

"Maybe the book is wrong," she ventured, even though her heart was breaking. Because she didn't think the book was wrong.

Kill Owen? Her sweet little nephew? A baby?

She couldn't imagine doing such a thing.

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