Serpent Son: An Urban Fantasy Action Adventure: (The Corvin Chance Chronicles: Book 1) by N. P. Martin & MJ Kraus

Author:N. P. Martin & MJ Kraus [Martin, N. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Muonic Press Inc
Published: 2018-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

17

Mount Jerome Cemetery was about a fifteen minute drive away. Davey took us there in his Range Rover, with everything we needed—including a pick ax, a spade and two shovels and a couple of flashlights, plus Davey’s own bag of tricks—in the boot. I remained silent for most of the journey while Dalia chatted with Davey about the ins and outs of being a pathologist for the Touched. To be honest, my guts were churning just at the prospect of going back to the cemetery, which I hadn’t been to since my mother was buried. Thanks to everything that had happened with Iolas at the funeral, my memory of the place had been soured. Then of course there was the prospect of digging up my mother’s body. Jesus Christ, I thought as we pulled into the cemetery carpark, how has it come to this? Regardless of how wrong it all felt, however, we we’re doing what had to be done. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

As it was after midnight, the cemetery was obviously closed, but that didn’t present a problem to us. We merely tossed the shovels and everything over the gate, and then Davey and I used our magic to pass through the gate like vapor. Dalia, thanks to her Demifay powers, became like pure shadow and crept underneath the heavy iron gate, growing in size again once she was on the other side.

"That’s a neat trick," Davey said to her. "Turning yourself into a mere shadow…I like it. You must show me what else you can do sometime."

Dalia smiled at Davey like he was her new favorite person. In truth, I think she still missed her own father, whom she was close to before the Fae took her. That relationship had since been taken up by the "other Dalia", the impostor left in her place when she was taken. Davey was as warm and jovial as Dalia’s father was, so I could see why she was latching onto him.

"All right guys," I said as we stood in the darkness of the cemetery, the granite chapel looming in the shadows nearby. "We have a few hours until daybreak. Let’s try to get this done as quickly as possible."

"Are you sure you’re okay with this?" Dalia asked.

I nodded. "Let’s just get it done."

Mount Jerome Cemetery was filled with many grand monuments and statues that dated back to the Victorian age. It was hard not to stare at them as we made our way to the north side where my mother’s grave is. Dalia especially seemed taken by the statues of angels dotted about. "Some say the Sidhe are really Fallen Angels," she said, her voice low in the quiet of the cemetery.

"Having met one or two Sidhe in my time," Davey said. "I don’t think that’s true. I just think some of the more Christian-minded people would like it to be true. That rumor didn’t start until after Christianity was established here in the fifth century."

"I still maintain they are aliens," I said as we passed yet another grand-looking tomb.

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