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“No,” I said. I was pretty sure, though I couldn’t remember why. I stared at the wall in front of me, trying to picture her face. Then a single thought came to me, and I opened my eyes. “There were curls. Lots and lots of curls.”
“T
he girl?”
“Yes.” I looked at the rocky outcroppings at the top of the cave. “Lena.”
“Her name is Lena?”
I nodded as tears began to stream down my face. I was so relieved I could still remember her name.
Hurry, Lena. I don’t have much time left.
By the time I saw the crow again, I had forgotten. My memories were like dreams, except I never slept. I watched Xavier. I counted buttons and cataloged coins. I stared at the sky.
That’s what I was trying to do now, but the stupid bird kept shrieking and flapping its enormous wings.
“Go away.”
He shrieked even louder.
I rolled onto my side and swatted at him. That’s when I saw the Book lying in the dirt in front of me.
“Xavier,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Come here.”
“What is it, dead man?” I heard him call from the cave.
“The Book of Moons.” I picked it up, and it was warm in my hands. But my hands didn’t burn. I remembered thinking they should.
As I held the Book, my memories came flooding back to me. Just as this book had brought me back from the dead once before, so now was it bringing my life back to me again. I could picture every detail. The places I’d been. The things I’d done. The people I loved.
I could see Lena’s delicate face. Her green and gold eyes and the crescent-shaped birthmark on her cheek. I remembered lemons and rosemary and hurricane-force winds and spontaneous combustion. Everything that made Lena the girl I loved.
I was whole again.
And I knew I had to leave this place before it claimed me forever.
I picked up the Book in both hands and carried it into the cave. It was time to make a trade.
With every step, the Book was heavy in my hands. It didn’t slow me down, though. Nothing could, not now.
Not until there were no more steps to take.
The Gates of the Far Keep rose before me, straight and tall. Now I understood why Xavier was so obsessed with gold. The Gates were a filthy blackish brown, but underneath I could see the gold fighting through. They rose in forbidding spires. They didn’t seem to lead anywhere a person would want to go.
“They look so evil.”
Xavier followed my eyes to the tips of the spires. “They are what they are. Power is neither good nor evil.”
“Maybe that’s true, but this place is evil.”
“Ethan. You are a strong Mortal. You have more life in you than any dead man I’ve met.” Somehow, that wasn’t a comfort. “I cannot open the Gates if you do not truly wish to go.” The words sounded ominous.
“I have to go. I have to get back to Lena, and Amma, and Link. And my dad, and Marian, and Liv, and everybody.” I saw their faces, every one of them. I felt surrounded by them, by their spirits, and by mine. I remembered what it was to live among them, my friends.
I remembered what it was to live.
“Lena. The girl with the golden curls?” Xavier sounded curious.
