Sons of Entropy by Christopher Golden

Author:Christopher Golden [Golden, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Fictitious character), Juvenile Fiction, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780743431422
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing
Published: 2001-08-14T23:00:00+00:00

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One had to respect a person like that.

“I want to tell you that I’m sorry for your loss, but of course that would be ridiculous,” Giles said, and again, he thought he sounded cruel. Upon their return, Jacques had informed them that he could not sense Fulcanelli, and that he believed the sorcerer had been killed in the battle and disappearance of the labyrinth. It was a tremendous relief, but Jacques also stated that the work of the sorcerer appeared to have remained in motion.

The world was still in jeopardy.

“You look like you’re about to cry,” she said. He was floored, for until she’d said it, he had no idea he had felt so sorrowful. She added, “Or maybe you’re just tired.”

“Yes, perhaps.” He gazed at her; she caught and held his look.

Giles stirred; she was so very beautiful, and he did not need to hide what he was from her, nothing of his double life as the Watcher, nor of the special kind of aloneness that created. He was not given to self-pity, but upon occasion, he did feel rather lonely. . . .

“Micaela,” he murmured, touching her fingertips with his. “When this is over . . .”

She studied his face. “Would you be able to forget everything that’s happened? Everything I helped cause to happen?”

He cocked his head. “I find it the most remarkable thing that we who are so intimately involved in the battle between good and evil are even more involved with the shades of gray between them. I’ve done many things in my life I’m not proud of, and I’m certain I shall do many more.

“And many of them will be in the name of good.”

She looked down. “But what I did . . . you were nearly killed because of me.”

“No, not because of you. Because of Il Maestro. You were trying to please your father,” he said. “It seems we’re all fated to some version of that. Pleasing them, inheriting their expectations. Most parents insist they only want their children to be happy.” He smiled crookedly. “But you and I, and Buffy and Jacques—we have rather bittersweet legacies, and our happiness is secondary to what we must do.”

“Said without resignation,” she noted.

“Upon occasion.” He smiled faintly at her. “When I’m trying to impress a lady.”

They walked into the living room, where Buffy and her mom sat in silence, drinking tea. When Joyce looked up at Giles, he saw that her eyes were red with tears. Her face was drawn and she looked very tired.

“Hey,” Buffy said to Micaela and Giles. “It’s almost light. Where’s Angel?”

“I’m sure he’ll be along shortly,” Giles told her, though he had been wondering the same thing. “I’m going to have to leave soon to retrieve Oz from the library,” he added. “Then we need to start talking Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

about Boston.”

“Oh,” Buffy’s mom said quietly, the softest of protests, but one that tugged at Buffy.

“Yeah,” Buffy murmured. “Boston-bound. We’re overdue on that front, too.

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