Uriel: The Inheritance by Aaron Patterson & Chris White

Author:Aaron Patterson & Chris White [Patterson, Aaron & White, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, YA, supernatural
ISBN: 9781624820915
Amazon: B00ISLT4AA
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Published: 2014-05-11T04:00:00+00:00

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Boise, Idaho—Present Day

AFTER A TOUGH DAY at school—one of those days that feel like nothing goes right and there’s no explanation why—I went home, did my homework, streamed a couple of shows, and went to bed, falling asleep instantly.

I dreamed I was walking along a dusty trail. There were hoofprints and primitive wheel tracks in the powdery earth, and above me the sky looked unsettled, angry—rain was coming. I looked ahead and saw three black birds circling high, riding the updrafts.

As it usually happens in dreams, I didn’t have to travel long to arrive. I was suddenly there, standing at the place where the birds were circling. I looked down.

I stood over a corpse.

The three black birds continued to circle overhead. I looked out to the horizon and saw pinpricks of black in the washed-out sky, standing out against snarling gray-black clouds, flying toward me. More vultures were gathering.

A part of me wanted to run, leave the body alone, but I wanted to see who it was. More birds swarmed and now they were diving low, trying to get me to leave their meal alone. I leaned down and rolled the body over so I could see its face.

It was me.

I screamed and sat up, finding myself at home in my own bed. It was dark out—the middle of the night, according to the clock on the nightstand. These nightmares were coming on stronger lately, more often too, and I felt it was She letting me know that something was coming.

“But what?” I asked the air. She didn’t respond, as was her normal way. Our minds were almost one now, her voice almost my own. I liked having her for my sixth sense, but I needed some answers, not more riddles in the dark. I was sick of those. First it had been Kreios, and now She. When would my oppressions end?

I got up and started down the stairs to get a warm glass of milk, making sure not to wake Ellie, who was staying in Kim’s old room. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard the phone ring. I could hear Dad talking in his office and I reached out to try to hear what he was saying. There was nothing, so I crept closer to the door and eavesdropped.

“Okay,” he said. He sounded sad, as if whatever the news was, it was bad. I could see his back and part of his desk through the small space between the office door and the jamb. He opened his laptop, and in a moment had an email message up on the screen. I could make out an itinerary for airline tickets. At the top of the screen, I saw the CIA logo.

My body tensed. Some things started to fall into place in my head—others made no sense at all. What is my dad doing, getting airline tickets from the CIA?

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