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“But surely the number of demons who break out of hell is minor when compared to the chaos that closing the gates permanently would cause.”
“As I said, I don’t think the priests care.” Not about the human race in general, and certainly not about babies being born without souls and ending up as little more than inanimate lumps of flesh. “They just want their life of servitude to the gates ended.”
Which is how I’d gotten involved in this whole mess in the first place. The Raziq had developed three keys that would permanently open or close the gates. The only trouble was, my father, who was one of the Raziq responsible for making the keys, had not only stolen the keys but had arranged to have them hidden—so well that even he knew only a general location. And as he could no longer take on flesh form, he now needed me to do his footwork, since only someone of his bloodline could detect the hidden keys.
In fact, everyone needed me—the Raziq, the reapers, the high vampire council. And all of them wanted the keys for very different reasons.
Adeline said, “And this is why you wish to speak so urgently to this ghost? He knows of the keys?”
I hesitated. “No. But he might have some information about a dark sorcerer who could be tied up in all this mess. We questioned our ghost when he was alive, but someone very powerful had blocked sections of his memories. We’re hoping death might have removed those blocks.”
“It’s a rather vague hope.”
“Which is still better than no hope.” I took a sip of tea, then shuddered at the almost bitter taste and put the cup down. Tea had never been a favorite beverage of mine.
“When do you wish to start?” Adeline asked.
“Now, if possible.”
She frowned again. “Your energy levels feel extremely low. It’s generally not considered a wise—”
“Adeline,” I interrupted softly, “I may not get another chance to do this.”
Mainly because I’d been ordered by my father to retrieve a note from Southern Cross Station later this morning, and who the hell knew what would happen after that? But if past retrievals were any indication, then hell was likely to break loose—at least metaphysically speaking, if not physically.
She studied me for several minutes, then said, “If you insist, then I must help you, even if it is against my better judgment.”
“Must?” I raised my eyebrows. “That almost sounds like you’ve been ordered to help me.”
“Oh, I have, and by Kiandra herself, no less.” She eyed me thoughtfully. “You have some very powerful allies, young woman.”
Surprise rippled through me. Kiandra—who was head witch at the Brindle—had helped me on several occasions, but only after I’d approached her. That she was now anticipating my needs suggested she knew a lot more about what was going on than I’d guessed. “Did she say why?”
“She said only that your quest has grave implications for us all, and that it behooves us to provide assistance where possible.”
Which suggested that Kiandra did know about the existence of the keys and our effort to retrieve them. And I guess that wasn’t really surprising—surely you couldn’t become the head of all witches without some working knowledge of the fields and the beings that inhabited them.
“Which is why I need to do this now, Adeline.”
She continued to study me, her expression concerned. “What do you know of astral traveling?”
“Not a lot, though I suspect it won’t be that dissimilar to traveling the gray fields.”
“It’s not. Astral travel is simply your consciousness or spirit traveling through earth’s realm, whereas the gray fields are merely the void through which your soul journeys on its way to heaven or hell. But there are a few rules and dangers you should be aware of before we attempt this.”
Having traveled through the gray fields many times, I knew they were hardly a void, as they were where the reapers lived. But I simply said, “There usually are when it comes to anything otherworldly.”
“Yes.” She hesitated. “Thought is both your magic carpet and your foe on the astral plane. If you want to go somewhere, think of the precise location and you will be projected there. By the same token, if you become afraid, you can create an instant nightmare.”
I nodded. She continued. “Be aware that any thought related to your physical body will bring you back to your body. This includes the fear that your physical body may be hurt in some way.”
I frowned. “If I can’t speak or move, how am I going to question my ghost?”
“I didn’t say you can’t move, and you think the questions, the same as you think of the location. Clear?”
“As mud.”
