The Deck of Omens by Christine Lynn Herman

Author:Christine Lynn Herman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Titan Books
Published: 2020-04-20T23:00:00+00:00

When May came to, she was faced with a corrupted hawthorn tree, a killer hangover, and an irate mother.

“You felt it, too,” Augusta said. Not a question. May nodded, exhausted.

“Did you pass out?” she asked.

Augusta shook her head, curiosity lighting her eyes. “It affected you very… severely. I wonder why.”

May thought about mentioning the fog, the voice, the blood seeping from her lifelines. But her mother had made it very clear that she did not care to think about the possibility that May might be stronger than her, so she kept her mouth shut.

Augusta coped with the damaged hawthorn tree by increasing patrols and spending even longer hours at the station. May coped by scheduling another meeting with her father as soon as possible. She wanted to talk through what she’d seen and ask about what Harper had told her—that she didn’t think the corruption was the Beast’s fault. That the Gray had seemed infected, too. May found Harper’s theory almost impossible to believe. Whenever something went wrong in Four Paths, it could be traced back to the Beast.

Ezra was back in Syracuse again, trawling through the university’s special collections library in person for more information that might help. But he’d traveled back at May’s request. He wanted to see the tree in person, which proved difficult, but after a few days May found a morning when Justin was at a cross-country meet and her mother was tied up at the station.

The late-October air was harsh and blustery when May met Ezra outside the Hawthorne house. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets as she led him around the side of the house, wishing she’d brought gloves. Ezra looked unbothered by the weather, professorial and unruffled in a tweed jacket and a plaid scarf. He adjusted his glasses and peered at the hawthorn tree from the edge of the woods, as close as May could justify bringing him to the site of the corruption. She didn’t want him to get sick.

“The pictures you sent didn’t do it justice,” he said quietly. “The hawthorn is changing.”

Her palms itched as she stared miserably at the silver veins snaking along the back of the tree, cutting sharply into its broad trunk. “It’s not changing, it’s dying. I watched it happen and I still couldn’t stop it.”

“You mentioned seeing something odd as the tree fell, some type of vision,” Ezra said, the curiosity in his voice evident. “Tell me more about that.”

May launched into what she could remember of the voice in her head, the fog, her bleeding palms. Since the initial outbreak, the veins had settled somewhat, the same buds she’d seen on the trees at the Sullivan ritual site, unopened but also refusing to go away.

“Interesting,” Ezra said. “Do you think it’s a vision brought on by your connection to the Deck of Omens?”

May hesitated. “I guess I didn’t think about it like that.”

“Perhaps you should. You’re strong, May—your ritual has allowed you a level of connection beyond that of the other founders.

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