The Seelie King by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden [Killough-Walden, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Paranormal Adventure - Fae
Publisher: Amazon Digital
Published: 2014-04-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Thanatos looked over from under the car he’d been working on. The air was wavering a few feet away, preparing to open in order to emit another lost and damaged soul.

Thane, as his friends called him for short, had filled the role of Phantom King since existence and its death had begun. His “purgatory” realm of desert land stretched to the far reaches of tomorrow and yesterday, and encompassed the souls and spirits of those who had suffered death unnaturally.

Mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers filled the spaces of his far reaches, wafting this way or that, sometimes there, usually not. Vehicles fresh from accidents, animals found on the sides of roads, forests laid bare and smoking at the hand of disease and fire; these beings and things dotted the landscape, forming the map that was the space between now and then, where spirits could neither find rest nor desire it.

The number of his damned and wayward was expanding exponentially with each passing year… each passing day. There would have been no way for him to keep up if time didn’t move differently in different realms. Fortunately, it did, because due to the nature of life and its ultimate antithesis, death moved on a constant path, reaping with never-ending sweeps as it went.

So, when Thane noticed the wavering portal preparing to open, he pulled himself out from beneath the Shelby he’d been restoring and got to his booted feet in his usual unhurried fashion.

And then the portal solidified, and a form appeared.

Alarm at once shot through Thane. The form was static, uncertain, and un-whole. Portions of light and darkness had inserted themselves between the sections of what should have been limbs and a torso, and the whole of the image was blurred as if through a soup-thick fog. Even so, Thane knew who he was. And that was the source of his alarm.

“Caige….”

The wavering, uncertain figure pulsed and waited, but said nothing. The only part of his being not utterly destroyed by what must have been a catastrophe in death was his eyes – dark, eternal, filled with fear and anger unlike any a living man could experience.

He’d been murdered. And from what Thane could surmise, it had been extraordinarily messy.

Thane was dismayed. There was a ringing in his ears, hinting at that knowledge a person sometimes had but didn’t want to recognize. It was the knowledge that something terrible, something even bigger than the horror before their eyes, was going down. It was like seeing smoke, because it meant there was fire nearby. Maybe even somewhere near the ones you loved.

“What the hell happened?” he asked, really to no one but himself, as it was clear this particular disrupted spirit could not speak. He’d visited Lucas and Dannai only a few days ago, when they’d gotten together with Siobhan, Diana Chroi and Lily Kane in order to make improvements to the shelter they ran for injured and homeless animals.

Caige had been fine then, if feeling a little impatient; waiting for the enemy to strike was not the werewolf way.

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