The Demon-Born Trilogy
L.C. Hibbett
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The Shadow Children
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
The Shadow City
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
The Shadow War
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
The Shadow Children
Book One of The Demon-Born Trilogy
L.C. Hibbett
For my parents and the two Carmels, who taught me how to find magic in the written word.
In the beginning, there were Men and there were Angels, two races living in peace with the Demons who visited their world, until the Halfling children drew the wrath of the Spirit Demons upon the Earth. A great blood debt was paid to appease the Spirits and henceforth all knowledge of magic and the Angelic people was hidden from Man. Half-blood children were forbidden on pain of death, lest the veil be pierced and the Spirit Demons rise up again.
—Jonah, A Demon’s Perspective on the Hidden World
Dear Friend,
Is it fair for me to address you this way? I have come to think of you as a friend over the years. My silent companion. Only you can understand the grief I feel. The sweet agony of deceit. I fear this is the last letter I shall write. The world is changing. I sense it in every breath that I take. Darkness is coming.
I kept the promise I made to you in my first letter, as best I could. I hope you have found peace, wherever you are. I hope that one day we will have the reunion we desire. I hope for so many things that hope has turned to dust in my hands.
If nothing else, I hope I can be forgiven. My most grievous crimes were committed for love.
Sincerely,
R.K.
Chapter One
I knew this life was over, even before I heard Eve screaming my name. As I clambered up the stone staircase, my foot slipped on a patch of seaweed and tore open the skin on my right knee. My mouth was dry and the wind rolling in from the Atlantic lashed against my back, propelling me up the steep driveway toward the cottage. Please be okay. Please, please be okay. I caught sight of them as I rounded the last corner and my heart slammed against my ribcage.
My foster mother, Eve, was crouched down beside the open front door with her hands outstretched over the small body of my niece. She didn’t look up as I approached. Her eyes were fixed on Dawn’s perfect little face. “Grace, bring me a band.”
Eve’s small treasure chest was already on the lawn, thrown on its side. My fingers were slick with sweat as I lifted the lid open a crack and slid my hand inside to retrieve one of the thin gold bracelets. I snapped the chest shut before scrambling back across the lawn.
Eve snatched the bangle from my hand. Her lips moved soundlessly as she ran a finger over the slender loop. My foster sister, Cat, caught my eye and I nodded, bracing myself to hold Dawn steady so Eve could complete the spell. I eased my fingers around Dawn’s wrist and winced. Her tiny arm felt skinnier every time we did this.
“Keep the child still, Grace.” Eve’s voice was sharp. I tightened my grip and squeezed my hand shut. I swallowed hard, grateful that Dawn’s eyes were closed.
Eve rose to her feet and forced the band onto Dawn’s arm in one swift movement. The violent shaking subsided and I peeked down at Dawn’s face. All signs of distress had been erased and her silky, red hair gleamed despite the overcast sky.
I exhaled. “What happened?”
My foster sister shook her head, suddenly looking older than her twen
ty-five years. “She was helping me put the teaching materials in the car for my history lesson. One minute she was messing around and joking, pretending the box was a hat, next minute she was on the ground. No warning.”
“Was it a bad one?” I stroked Dawn’s cheek and looked from my sister to my foster mother but neither of them would meet my gaze. I didn’t repeat the question. There was only one band left in the chest. One last chance to control my niece’s magic and keep her safe.
I slid my hands under Dawn’s body and cradled her in my arms, careful not to wake her. She usually slept for hours after an episode. “I’ll bring Dawn inside. We should start packing tonight. We need to leave here, she’s getting worse.”
Cat leaned over and kissed her sleeping daughter’s forehead. Their hair blended like a waterfall of molten copper. Cat took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. “Thanks, Grace. Snuggle Dawn into bed and then hit the shower. We’re going to be late for study group if we don’t move fast.”
I protested but Eve cut me short. “You’re sitting your first Leaving Certificate examination tomorrow morning, Grace. You will go to your final study group this evening. Catherine’s students are expecting her support before the exams. You have made a commitment, so you will both attend the session. End of discussion.”
My stomach cramped, but I kept quiet as I carried Dawn inside. I knew better than to argue with my foster mother about study.
I peeled off my wet running gear and grabbed the shampoo and conditioner out of the rickety, olive colored wall cabinet. Almost everything in the room was a dull, dark green or a bright mustard. Whoever had owned Hidden Cottage before Eve bought it had been a big fan of mismatched colors and patterned wallpaper. Funny how fond you became of even the most hideous interiors. Of all the places we had lived, the cottage was the least fancy, but it was the only one that had ever felt like home.
The water that cascaded over my back was just shy of scalding. Almost hot enough to distract me from the way my throat ached at the sight of Dawn’s T-Rex shaped sponge. Most ten-year-old girls had no interest in dinosaurs, but my foster niece wasn’t most girls. Dawn was the kind of kid who went digging for fossils wearing a princess dress and a hard hat. Until she got sick.
I scrubbed at my hair with jagged fingernails. The final session of the study group. My chest tightened a little at the thought. It had been nice having friends, or almost friends. I had never been to a regular school. Eve said it wasn’t safe. Too much risk of exposure, even though I had never shown even the slightest hint of my magic escaping its binding. If I had any magic at all.
When we settled in Hidden Cottage, Cat had pestered Eve until she let Dawn and me join a homeschool study group. Cat volunteered as a History tutor so that she could stay with us for the sessions. Make sure we were safe. Cat had never gone to school, either. Eve had tutored her for the state exams, and she completed her degree online, but Cat wanted us to have a chance to live a normal life: Dawn and me.
The study group wasn’t quite school, but at least I got to see people my own age for a few hours a week. The other students in the group were pretty decent, except for Megan. And Samuel Hayes.
I smashed my fist against the shower control to shut off the water. My hair dripped onto the bath mat as I tucked a towel around myself. The mirror was coated with condensation and my image was blurred and soft around the edges. I liked my reflection that way. Most days I wasn’t sure what to make of the person staring back at me from the mirror. I ran my finger over the raised mark on my chest.
Cat gave a warning knock on the door. I threw on my jeans and slipped my feet into a pair of silver ballet pumps. I deliberated for a moment before wrestling with the make-up set Cat had given me for my birthday. ‘Sultry, feline eyes in five minutes’, was the promise on the box. Ten minutes later the finished product was decidedly more like a panda than a cat. Or maybe like one of those pigs with little patches around their eyes. I reached for the makeup remover.
“Gracie, are you done? We’re going to be late.” The door rattled against the frame as Cat twisted the handle. I gritted my teeth at the prospect of arriving at class disguised as a pig-panda hybrid on the last day of term. Ideal. Cat smacked on the door again, and I wrenched it open. “Seriously, Cat. No need to put a hole in the door. Know your strength, Hulk.”
Cat followed me down the corridor. “You look cute. Is that your new makeup? I like it.” She wriggled under my arm and slipped into our bedroom ahead of me.
“It’s nothing.” I could feel my cheeks burning as I grabbed my study notes.
“Sure, Gracie. I believe you.”
“My darling sister, please take your impish grin somewhere else, or I’ll step on you.”
Cat laughed and shimmied out of the room, smacking my backside as she passed. “Just get in the car, beautiful.”
I grimaced at my reflection in the full-length mirror. My makeup didn’t look too catastrophic in this light. I turned my back to the glass and tried to see how I looked from another angle. Cat stuck her head around the door again and blew me a kiss. “He is going to love how you look from behind, baby.”
I covered my face with my hands, laughing, and shoved her back out into the hallway. Eve was standing outside Dawn’s bedroom door, tapping her high heels on the worn oak floorboards.
“Girls, you should have left five minutes ago.” She flashed her gold wristwatch at us and pressed her lips into a thin line. I checked the time on my phone. We still had twenty minutes to get to Rosmoney Pier— enough time to sit with Dawn for a moment before we left.
Dawn hadn’t moved in the bed since I tucked her in. Her dinosaur quilt was still neatly folded across her chest. Cat kneeled by the bedside and kissed her cheek daughter’s cheek. I hung back, not wanting to intrude on the moment, as Cat closed her eyes for an instant and then sprang to her feet. She flashed me a bright smile and waved the car keys. I smiled back, squeezing my cheeks with the effort. Fake smiles were better than tears.
My grazed knee stung as I pressed it to the floor beside Dawn’s bed. There was something perversely satisfying about the soreness. I deserved pain. It wasn’t fair that Dawn should suffer alone. She said the seizures didn’t hurt. Don’t be sad, Gracie. It’s just like a dream, I don’t even feel it. I crushed my face against her scruffy, old teddy bear and rested my hand on Dawn’s arm. Identical gold bands encircled our wrists.
I whispered into Dawn’s ear. “Sweet dreams, baby girl. Everything is going to be fine.” I couldn’t meet Eve’s eye as I headed for the door. I wanted to believe my own lie.
Eve followed me down the narrow hallway, graceful footsteps shadowing my movements. I stopped at the door and my fingers gripped the old brass doorknob. Eve had fixed it on the front door of every house we had ever lived in, even if we only stayed for a week. She said it was a gift from an old friend. A lucky charm.
Tracing the intricate carving with my fingertip, I raised my eyes to look at Eve and attempted to muster some courage. My foster mother’s face was a masterpiece of line and shade, each feature defined to the point of severity. I opened my mouth and gripped the doorknob. “Eve?” She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head to the side a fraction. I nipped at my bottom lip, hesitating, then dropped my stare. “See you later.”
I closed the door shut behind me and kicked the doormat off the porch in frustration at my cowardice. Cat beeped the horn at me and gestured for me to hurry. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. Ten minutes to get to Rosmoney. Eve was right, we were going to be late. Brilliant.
Chapter Two
“Whoa, Grace, you’re such a rebel.” Cat gestured to the doormat sitting on the grass, where I had kicked it, and her face creased with laughter.
I opened the car door fully, resisting the urge to run over and put the mat back where it belonged. “I hate the way Eve taps her watch. Even her fingernails are judging me.”
Cat smirked and shook her head. “You’re a weirdo, Grace, get into the car.”
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nbsp; “It’s different for you, Cat. She doesn’t treat you like a baby.” I sounded like a whiney brat, but I knew Cat wouldn’t hold it against me. She never did.
“I was fifteen when she took me in, Grace. She cleaned your stinky backside when you were a baby. You can’t expect her to see us both the same way.” Cat grinned at me and revved the car’s engine. “Plus, I might only be a few years older than you, but I’m incredibly mature.”
Cat took off the second I had folded myself into the passenger seat of her Mini Cooper and zipped down the winding lane like a rally driver. I clicked my seatbelt into place as we bounced over the cattle grid at the gate.
“Drive safe, arrive alive, Cat.” I patted her hand on the gearstick as I chanted the road safety motto. Cat put her foot on the accelerator with a wicked grin, but she eased off as we turned onto the coast road. I rolled my window down, breathing in the salty air.
“So, who are you wearing the makeup for?” Cat cut her eyes toward me. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. I shook my head as I watched the town slip past us in a blur of colorful seaside shops. She gave me puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Gracie. Tell me who it is. Distract me from this horrible day.”
“That’s a cheap shot, Catherine,” I said.
She grinned, shamelessly, as we stopped at a traffic light. “I’m going to guess that it’s for Elijah. Those arms are made for loving. If I was seven years younger, Gracie—”
“Then you’d be an eighteen-year-old sleazebag, instead of a twenty-five-year-old one. Vile. Control yourself.” I poked her in the ribs, smiling. She wasn’t wrong about Elijah being gorgeous. He was the living definition of tall, dark, and handsome. “Anyway, Cat, don’t pretend you think Eli is better looking than Cain. You two are an embarrassment at the tutors’ table, you’re all over each other.”
Cat turned her face away from me to hide the blush spreading across her porcelain skin. “Ha, nice attempt at diversion, Grace, but I won’t be swayed. If it’s not Elijah, is it—”
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