Ugly Angels by Brien Feathers

Author:Brien Feathers [Brien Feathers]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brien Feathers
Published: 2023-08-24T00:00:00+00:00

Keep

Lucien had seen worse. Arriaga and Whiteswoon hadn’t been his parents, so there was some emotional distance. It’s not so bad, he told himself as he drove to the Raven Keep. Leaving Kara had been difficult, and knowing she wouldn’t recognize him when they met next, more so. Driving home was hard because he found himself alone, again. Hopeful thoughts such as introducing himself to Kara again swiveled in his mind, but he crushed them because he was no longer a child. It’s not so bad. It doesn’t hurt.

He crossed the wooden bridge over Boyne River, the imposing dark mass of the thousand-year-old castle, Raven Keep, falling on the surface beginning to shimmer from the silver light of dawn.

Guards on the turrets and soldiers manning ballistae with iron harpoons on the battlement shouted, and a spotlight shone into his car, blinding him momentarily before the heavy iron netting of the front gate lifted.

“Cutting it close aren’t you, Lucien?” a man in a Resurgence green uniform asked as Lucien parked in the front drive and got out.

He had forgotten his name because he was one of the day guards and he rarely crossed paths with them. “Sorry,” was all he said.

He rushed across the courtyard to bang on the tall iron door of the keep.

“You’re late, boy,” he heard Lasso say before the door clanked open. A slit only large enough for Lucien to slide through appeared before Lasso was locking up again, the gate bar grating across the metal hooks.

The castle of a human lord from the dark ages had been renovated extensively after the Ravens took over a century and a half ago, at the onset of the Bloodline War. Lucien had been born here and spent his entire life at the Raven Keep, but his home greeted him as a stranger.

Lasso, a large man in a long, black coat and equally dark braids sneered at him, his red eyes a menace in the candlelight of the stone hall. “Where are Andre and Dedreh?”

“Dead,” said Lucien, eyeing Ade up on one of the high windows, squatted like a gargoyle statue. The windows in the hall had iron shutters and no longer opened or brought light, but the arches the humans built remained.

“What do you mean dead, boy?” Ade leaped down. Ade the Nightmare he was called, and the pureblood’s crimson eyes burned like hot coals against his skin the color of the night. The twist of his lips bared long white fangs.

“I need to speak with the queen.” Lucien tried to step around Ade, but he shoved him into the door.

“What do you mean, dead?” Ade yelled and his voice echoed, bouncing off the silent walls. Dedreh had been his friend.

Lucien moved Ade’s hand that was clutching the front of his shirt and pushed him. “I said, I need to speak with the queen. Let me through.”

Ade punched the door inches from Lucien’s head but stepped aside with a long hiss. “When Madea steps down, Francis will silver you and I’d pay pretty dinne to watch it.

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