Witchery: A Ghosts of Albion Novel by Christopher Golden;Amber Benson

Author:Christopher Golden;Amber Benson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 0345471318
Publisher: Del Rey
Published: 2006-09-25T06:00:00+00:00

OLD PHILIPPE DOESN’T LIKE VISITORS, Antoinette had said. No one out on the bayou is gonna bring you over to his place.

She served him coffee and beignets in her parlor, and told him about the old sorcerer and alchemist who had fallen in love with her mother, once upon a time. Antoinette barely knew the man, but she was among the very few people in the world he would tolerate now. She was blood, according to Mandeville. That meant something to him.

So when Antoinette had suggested that the only way for William to see her father was if she took him out to Bayou Teche herself, he abandoned all thoughts of translocating there. Arriving upon the man’s doorstep with his daughter ought to buy him at least an audience.

It had taken hours to arrange a carriage and then travel out of New Orleans on one of the levee roads that ran through Bayou Teche and the parishes surrounding the state capital. During that time, William confirmed what he had already begun to believe.

Antoinette Morton was indeed a sorceress, though she had another name for her magic. Vodoun, she called it. Apparently she was skilled in many mystical arts, thanks to her father, but had gravitated toward the beliefs of her mother’s people, thanks to the guidance of the loa, the spirits she claimed spoke to her.

William did not waste a moment doubting her claim about those spirits. He might not be able to see them, but given that the ghost of Horatio Nelson sat with them in the open carriage as they rode out across the levee, the sun sinking into the bayou with a red gleam as the night swept over the water…he was in no position to question anyone’s belief in spirits.

“You’re certain we need to make this journey after dark?” William asked, disliking the idea immensely.

“No other way, chèr,” she replied, a grim cast to her eyes. “The house you want—the Mandeville place—you’d never find it when the sun is shining.”

“Some kind of spell?” Horatio asked.

She smiled at the ghost. “Powerful spell, that’d be, hmm? But it ain’t invisible, that house. During the day, it isn’t even there. Not there at all.”

William grimaced and a small shiver ran through him. He liked this less with each passing minute. But he kept the purpose of this endeavor foremost in his mind. If they succeeded, at last his father would be free. For that, he would face the darkest of evils.

There was a cluster of ramshackle buildings on the edge of the bayou that might have been a town, and there Antoinette found a young man named James Leroi, who agreed to rent them a boat so they could get out to the small island in the bayou where Mandeville had his home.

The carriage driver had been paid handsomely to await their return up on the levee. Leroi watched uneasily as Antoinette showed William how to use the pole to propel the small boat through the water. A lantern hung from a post at the prow and cast a dim yellow glow ahead.

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