Steven’s nose scrunched and the corner of his lips turned down as he went to his bookshelf. “Truly, that is vile. I can’t see Uncle Brogan’s men doing that.”
Pulling out a particularly old and dusty book, he flipped through the pages.
Noli peered over his shoulder. “Quinn left you a note in a book?”
“In a way. Here.” He held open a page with his finger so she could see. “He used his magic to leave me a symbol on a specified page. No one would know what it meant but me. This narrow rectangle means he and one other person have fled, in this case, Elise.” His finger traced the rectangle. “The circle means they’re safe and will contact us soon.”
“Only you would have a code that was so complex yet so useless,” she teased. “How will he know where to find us?”
“I vote for leaving word with Mathias,” James called from his room.
Steven tucked the book under his arm. “That’s a good idea. I have a feeling they wouldn’t leave the mortal realm, but we should check the big house and leave a note when we depart.”
James appeared in the doorway. “What’s the plan?”
“Take father’s body, as well as anything we want to keep, back to the big house.” Steven looked around, trying to decide what to take as the realization hit. This chapter of his life was closed. This would never be home again. Life would never be the same. He sighed as he tangled his fingers in Noli’s hair. “I don’t think we’re coming back here. Ever.”
Epilogue
A Plan for Revenge
Noli watched as V and James placed white stones on top of the fresh mound of dirt, making a tumulus. They’d buried Mr. Darrow by the faerie tree in the center of the maze, the same one where she’d buried the tiny wood faery that had died in her hands, the same one they’d put her inside— which she still didn’t quite understand.
Her fingers brushed the bark of the old oak. There was something she needed to remember.
Something fun, I hope, the sprite piped up.
Noli suppressed a groan. She’d known the sprite’s silence wouldn’t last forever.
“You put one on.” V held out a stone to her. His father’s sword bumped against his back. He hadn’t taken it off since he’d removed it from the safe with the other precious things his father had kept there. The ring glimmered on V’s hand.
Taking the stone, she carefully placed it on the tumulus. Noli looked over at the star blooms surrounding the oat. Crouching, she stroked the closed petals. Bloom, she told it. Please? She didn’t know if she had to be polite in her magic, but it wouldn’t hurt. The pink blossom opened, its sweet fragrance filling her nose. Picking it, she went over and placed it on the tumulus. V flashed her a grateful smile. James and V bowed their heads. She took V’s hand. Mr. Darrow hadn’t deserved to die.
After a few moments, they walked in silence to the library, which was filled with piles of books and other things they’d painstakingly brought back from the house in Los Angeles. Quinn and Elise hadn’t been at the big house, nor were there any messages in the places V had checked. Word had also been left for Quinn with someone called Mathias. Noli prayed they were safe.
Someone had left supper for them on the low table in the library. Noli didn’t feel like eating. Instead, she poured everyone tea to give herself something to do.
“What now?” Noli asked, taking a sip of tea, even if she already knew the answer.
“I’m going to go challenge my uncle.” Quiet determination colored V’s voice. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his teacup.
Noli took another sip and looked up at him. “Tomorrow you’re going to wake up, grab your sword, storm over to the earth court palace, and challenge him?”
It seemed so … simplistic given the complexity of Otherworldly conventions.
V and James exchanged glances.
“Pretty much.” Steven pulled her to him. “You don’t have come.”
“You can’t keep me away. If you’re going to finally achieve your childhood dream of taking back your court, I am most certainly coming with you.” She pressed her forehead to his. She’d stand by V’s side no matter what.
“I … I’m not going to challenge him for the earth court. I’m not an adult yet—and I’m not ready. I’m just challenging him for the death of my father.” He went pale as he said that.
“So the duel isn’t to the death?” The idea didn’t make her feel any better.
“No, the particular challenge I’m going to invoke isn’t to the death.” He pressed his face into her shoulder and her arms wrapped around him.
Then what was the point?
“I don’t understand Otherworld politics,” she muttered into her teacup.
James shot out of his chair, anger burning in his eyes. “We’re not going kill him? He killed our father and we’re not going to kill him?”
A look she’d never seen before crossed V’s face. “Oh, we’ll kill him,” V told him. “By the Bright Lady I promise you that. Just not tomorrow. I’m not an adult yet—and neither are you, which means we can’t legally challenge him to the death. There’s still a chance someone could die in any such a duel, regardless of what kind.”
As long as it wasn’t V. That’s what she feared most.
“Are … are you still in?” V’s voice wavered slightly.
“Of course I am.” James put in his hand. “That’s what brothers are for.”
Noli put her hand on top of James’. “Count me in as well.”
V added his hand to the pile. “Let’s do this. Tomorrow we’ll go to the earth court and avenge my father’s death.”
Noli picked up her teacup and raised it. “To revenge.”
James and V picked up their teacups as well. “To revenge.”
V drank then added, “Between friends there is no need for justice, but people who are just still need the quality of friendship; and indeed friendliness is considered to be justice in the fullest sense. It is not only a necessary thing but a splendid one.”
“Nicomachean Ethics?” She couldn’t help but grin at V. “I’ve missed your random quoting of things.”
James huffed as he poured everyone more tea. “You two are so boring.”
“But we’re here.” She snuggled closer to V.
V put an arm around her waist. “That we are.”
A plan formed in Noli’s mind as they drank their tea. James and V were still considered children in the Otherworld. Thanks to what the queen had done to her, technically, she was an adult sprite. She was sick and tired of being protected. No one was going to coddle her or tell her what do any longer. Even if she wasn’t much of a fighter, she’d find some way to destroy the earth court king, no matter what.
Oh yes, King Brogan would pay dearly. No one threatened those she loved and got away with it. No one.
The End
Author’s Note
Charmed Vengeance takes place in an alternate version of 1901, a peek into what might have been. I’ve taken liberties with history, moving things back and forth to suit the story. For example, there was no “pleasure pier” in Los Angeles until 1916 and the carousel didn’t appear until 1922 and the Los Angeles Museum of History, Science and Art didn’t open until 1910.
I’ve also had great fun creating alternate histories, which I consider one of the perks of writing Steampunk. There are so many things might have been but never were. For example, how would the landscape of our county change if Hawaii had remained a sovereign nation instead of becoming a state?
The State of Deseret was also something that never was. I’ve made Deseret an official territory, not a state, and much smaller than originally proposed, about the size and placement of Utah. The MoBatts is a play on the Mormon Battalion, which was the only religiously based unit in United States military history, serving during the Mexican-American war. I entertained the notion that the battalion stayed in service after the war, eventually becoming a privatized security force for Deseret, chasing all sorts of baddies—especially
air pirates.
Human trafficking was an issue during the Victorian era. Girls were being abducted then brought to America to work in brothels because the supply of willing girls didn’t meet the demand. In 1910 the American government banned the interstate transport of women for “immoral purposes.” Unfortunately, human trafficking is still an issue world-wide today.
Making art and jewelry out of human hair was a Victorian pastime and ladies magazines even published instructions. I’m not sure if any faeries were commissioning mortals to steal antiquities, but people aren’t always whom or what they seem, which is valuable to remember, no matter age you live in.
—Suzanne Lazear
About the Author
Suzanne Lazear (Los Angeles, CA) loves both faeries and steampunk and has been known to build faerie houses in the backyard and make rayguns to match her ball gown. She’s a regular blogger at Steamed, a group steampunk blog. Charmed Vengeance is her followup novel to Innocent Darkness.
To learn more about the world of the Aether Chronicles, please visit www.aetherchronicles.com.
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