Revenant in Training (#2 Blood and Snow series) by Workman RaShelle

Author:Workman, RaShelle [Workman, RaShelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Polished Pen Press
Published: 2012-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

My legs turned to jelly, and my first instinct was to bolt back up the stairs.

“Snow, it’s okay. Think about the Harvard Museum of Natural History. They have skeletons, and animals stuffed to make them look real. The same applies here. Think of this as a Museum for the Supernatural.” He’d rushed over and seized my arm, helping me stand. What I really wanted was to take a brillo pad to my brain.

As much as I wanted to run away, I wanted to move in for a closer look even more. Sort of like when you see a car accident on the road. You feel revolted and drawn to it at the same time. That’s how I felt.

The room reminded me of a gallery with so much to see I wasn’t sure where to begin. Scanning the room, I went from one fairytale beast to another.

“Why? What? How did you get these down here?”

He chuckled. “It was easy. I’m a professor of religion at Harvard. I’m always studying strange phenomena. Or miracles, if you’d prefer.”

“Makes sense,” I said, moving toward a creature that looked like a tiny angel. Its feathery white wings pinned opened to a corkboard. Its skin sparkled like glitter. It wore a white tunic, and white sandals that laced up its very human looking legs. Hair was long, and blond with streaks of red.

“A Downy fairy,” Professor Pops said, coming over, and bending so that his face was even with mine. “She died more than five hundred years ago. I haven’t seen another like her.”

I searched his face, having noted the sadness in his voice. “If you haven’t seen another like her, how do you know she’s a Downy fairy?”

“Very perceptive you are, young one.”

I snickered at the Yoda impersonation.

“She died in the service of our cause. I was there when it happened.”

“Oh,” I mouthed. Then said, “I’m sorry Professor Pops.”

“It’s alright. I’ve had many years to mourn her loss. She was a good friend, a valiant warrior, and she died for what she believed in. It was honorable.”

“How did she die?” I asked, intrigued.

“That is a story for another time,” he said, straightening. Underneath the platform where the corkboard stood was a drawer. Professor Pops touched a knob, and the latch released. Inside was a leather-bound book. He reached in and pulled it out. In the center of the room stood a thick, plastic-looking music stand. Professor Pops walked over, and set the book on it. Then he waved me over. When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned, on its own. “You must never touch any of the pages. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration.”

“Then how?” I began.

Professor Pops said, “Chapter one.” The pages instantly flicked to the page that said, Chapter One. “Page one-hundred-thirty-six.” Immediately, the pages flipped until it reached said page.

“Wow,” I uttered.

“Exactly. Inside this book is everything you’ll ever want to know about fairies, including the Downy fairy.” He motioned around the room. “Under or beside each creature is a book that will teach you what you need to know, plus how to kill them.

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