"I think it was a bubble, like before. An in-between place." Laufeyson's voice cut through a quiet previously only marred by the crackling of fire and the blowing of the wind.
He continued without prompting, working through the problem out loud.
"The being in-between worlds … it's an unnatural state. The world had to right it. The other bubble was dark and without features because it was exactly halfway, a point where the pull of each world is even. It was a natural stopping point, in a way."
"The second time, we were closer to this world, close enough that we could even see some of the features." Alsvior had not spoken since their arrival, and his voice sounded fuzzy and hollow.
De la Roca sighed. "Like the grass." Both alien and familiar, it was a deep purple, with blades almost as long as a finger. She stared off at the plain and wondered how it survived the cold. Small herds of grazing animals, similar to antelope, were clumped together in the distance, and the horizon was distorted by a craggy mountain range, the peaks capped with snow.
"When the Mademoiselle died, it broke the bubble and dumped us in the direction that the pull was the strongest." Laufeyson was pointedly not making eye-contact with her or the method she used to warm her hands.
Hypocrite, she thought, I don't trust you either.
"Where is here?" asked Alsvior. "I mean, how can you be sure we're on an off-world?"
She wanted to snort. Could he really not feel the difference? It was as if the very rhythm of time and the seasons had changed. At a glance, this world was not so strange, but if you took your time, you noticed the differences. Even now, she could not ignore the spicy scent of the grass or the odd, trumpeting calls of an animal she had never seen before.
Laufeyson was gentler in his answer. "I tried to manifest a cigarette, but nothing happened."
Alsvior stood up and began to run. He was fast, but not any faster than the rest of them. He stopped and looked back, an expression of pain on his face.
No magic? De la Roca shifted uneasily. Her bruises felt as real and as deep as ever, no signs of accelerated healing. The Thyrsus stone felt gone, her gut empty. With a sudden fear, she reached down and picked up Bluot, trying to feel the thrum of its pulse, but there was nothing. "I think Bluot is dead, too."
Alsvior walked back to the fire, his face stony. "So to clarify, we are in an Alien world, maybe looking for God, without kevras or akras, unarmed, and with every angel in Hell looking for us?"
Laufeyson spread his hands wide, as if to ask, what would you have me say? "I don't know if they would come here. Their powers wouldn't work, and once the waypoint is closed, how would they go back?"
Which means that we cannot, either.
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The fire from the Mademoiselle's body was dying. De la Roca waited until the last flames had expired before sifting through it. Finally, her hands black with ash, she pulled out a purple jewel the size of a plum.
"Is that-" began Laufeyson.
"Yes, it's the Mademoiselle's stone," finished De la Roca. She swallowed it, surprised at how lifeless it felt.
"But … if our kevra's don't work here-"
Before she had a chance to answer, a sudden shadow at her feet brought her gaze up, and she instantly reached for her guns.
How had they come so quietly?
Standing in front of her were two beings, human in appearance. The male was tall and heavyset, while the female was like a reed - slim, delicate, and strong. Both were holding fearsome, metal-tipped spears, and heavy furs covered them from head to foot.
For a moment, none of them moved. The female cocked her head slightly, her eyes trained on De la Roca's guns. Then she cleared her throat.
"Welcome, Sons. Welcome, Daughter."
She laid the spear down upon the ground, the man soon following suit.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
While novel-writing is a (sometimes excruciatingly) solitary practice, there is no way that either Hunting the Five or Honor in Hell could have been accomplished alone. In fact, there are so many people to thank that I know I will forget quite a few of them, but I will try my best.
Thank you, Bunny. I don't know if I would have ever walked this road without you.
Thank you, Piers Jameson. Your input as an editor and advance reader is invaluable, and these books would not be the same without both your superb command of the English language and your friendship.
Thank you, Sunny. Few would put up with being ignored for so long; fewer would have encouraged me when the results looked so dismal. Watching you take on the world is inspiring.
Thank you, Char and Shawn (Charn). You were always there when I lost faith, and the generosity in your hearts is beautiful beyond measure.
Thank you, Blake Eason, and thank you, Caytlin Vilbrandt. Your excellent art really embodies the spirit of the De la Roca Chronicles.
Thank you, day job, for giving me the motivation I needed. Every day that I thought I was going to blow off a day of editing, someone puked or pooped and I found myself in front of the computer.
Thank you, fellow authors, for the praise and valuable criticism that you have given me, especially those that took their time to read the first novella and let me know where my weaknesses were. I'm a better writer for it, and I really appreciate it.
And thank you, readers. Without you, none of this would be possible.
Maria Violante
April 26th, 2012
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Maria Violante writes science fiction, fantasy, and horror. She is the author of the De la Roca Chronicles and the Shiver Shorts line of horror stories. She currently writes from the passenger seat of an International Prostar, usually with a Chihuahua on her lap.
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Table of Contents
I. License Notes
II. Dedication
III. Book One: Hunting the Five
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
IV. Book Two: Honor in Hell
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
Forty
V. Acknowledg
ements
VI. About the Author
VII. Also by Maria Violante
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