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by C. E. Murphy


  “Which you’re not going to explain?”

  “I’d rather not until it’s over.” And only then if I had to. I didn’t want to detail how I could build a shield of my willpower and surround someone else with it, or how in psychic terms I was a much tastier morsel than your average bear. Mandy gave me a careful look, but nodded, and I turned my attention to the park’s winter-wonderland cascade of snow and trees. “You know I’ve never been out here?”

  “Too many people haven’t. We’re going up to the Hurricane Ridge visitor’s center and we’ll head out from there. Hurricane Hill’s all paved, not that you can tell right now? So it shouldn’t be too bad a walk. Besides, families will have probably broken the trail already. The parks aren’t advertising that outdoorsmen are being slaughtered.” The SUV gave a sigh when we reached the visitor’s center and settled down into the new snow covering the parking lot. We got out into a wind brisk enough to make my eyes water, and I laughed.

  “Can I change my mind now?”

  “You’ll be fine. You’re dressed for it.” Mandy took snowshoes from the vehicle’s back end and got me into them, then made me stomp around the parking lot like Bigfoot. I felt like a kid borrowing her dad’s shoes, and caught myself making crunching noises to accompany the squeak of snow compressing under my feet. In almost no time we were on our way up the hill toward the distant ridge.

  The sky had turned gray, then gradually clearer as we’d driven, and some minutes into our hike Mandy turned abruptly and said, “Look.”

  I spun around in time to watch the sun break over the horizon, a bright ball of white fire in a pale sky. There weren’t enough clouds to turn pink; it was just pure light spreading above and below us. A chime rang out behind me, and I looked back in astonishment to see Mandy swinging a tiny silver-capped bell. “You should always greet the sun with music on the winter solstice,” she explained. “It gives it a reason to come back.”

  “You didn’t tell me to bring a bell!” To my utter surprise, I kind of wished she had. Greeting the sunrise hardly seemed like a me thing to do, but with the clean light spilling toward us and the music of Mandy’s bell shimmering in the air, I wanted to take part. Not to be outdone, I reached for a Christmas carol, skipping straight to the chorus: “Star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright!”

  Mandy, sounding as happy as I felt, picked up the tune, and we stood there on the mountainside, singing in the solstice.

  ———

  When the sun had reached a hand’s breadth above the horizon, we tore ourselves away from watching it, and Mandy tucked her bell back into a pocket. I was in too high spirits to let the feeling go and threw the opening line from my favorite carol toward Mandy: “Said the night wind to the little lamb.”

  She gave, “Do you see what I see?” back, and we traded off lines increasingly breathlessly as we tromped up the hill. I fell over laughing and winded when we were finished, and she stood above me with a grin. “You’ve got a really nice voice.”

  “So do you. We should start a choir.” I let her pull me back to my feet and accepted the ski poles she’d packed across her back. “I didn’t know snowshoeing was this hard!”

  “This is nothing. If you’re not wiped out when we get to the top I’ll take you out on the ridge and make you wish you’d never been born.”

  “You might want to work on your sales pitch.” We scrambled farther up the hill, exchanging mutters and jokes until Mandy said, “Almost there,” and ran a few steps ahead of me so she could turn back and offer her hand. I took it and she pulled me up over the top of the ridge.

  Half the world spread out below us, sunlight bouncing hard off snow and sending blue-white flares through my vision. I turned in a slow circle, delight and awe spreading through me. It turned to laughter as I caught Mandy’s smug expression, and I put it into words sheerly for her benefit: “This is incredible.”

  “Yeah, I know.” She grinned back, broadly, and a shapeless blur of nothing came out of the snow to knock her off the top of the mountain.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The world filled up with sound: Mandy’s scream, my shout, and below those, a bone-rattling roar that came from everywhere and nowhere at once. Its depth made my heartbeat do funny things and upset my stomach, like I’d swallowed a stone. My first reaction was to drop to my hands and knees and breathe carefully so I wouldn’t throw up, but once there I had a vividly clear thought: this was a hell of a defense mechanism on the monster’s part. If its voice could make people sick and rubber-kneed, it would rarely have to fight more than one opponent at a time.

  Pity for it that I was uniquely well-equipped to fight off sickness. I buried my mittened fingers in the snow and reached past a wobbly heart and sloshing stomach for the healing power that imbued me.

  Nausea burned away as cool, welcome magic rose up in me. The world went dark with winter, snow rendered invisible through the Sight, which looked into the mountain sleeping beneath it. Sleeping, not dead; winter was a time of rest and renewal up here on the mountain, a time of hibernation. Even the pale blue sky had that same sense of waiting: waiting for spring and warmth that would return birds and insects to it. It was comforting in its quiet way, and I thought that someday I would like to come here to sit at the top of the world when there was nothing more pressing to do than admire it. Fleeting observations, filling my mind and replacing the beast’s roar.

  Peculiarly serene, I sat back on my heels—more of a trick than usual, since I was wearing snowshoes—and reached down the mountain with my power. The real world came back into focus, underlying what I saw with the Sight. The morning sun made pockets of gold in the snow, overruling blue shadows, rich colors tangling with the winter calm of the earth.

  Mandy was fiery against that calm, both in real vision and with the Sight. Half buried in snow, she poured off heat and life and fury and fear, her aura as vivid as the red coat and black snowpants she wore. Everything she had was being poured into fighting, but the way she flailed told me she couldn’t see her opponent.

  I could barely see it, even with the Sight. It was a massive blur, hardly even a shape. It had tooth and claw, but even those were translucent, like someone was shining light through packed snow. There were no eyes, no visible edges to its body, although it had a sense of weight to it. It had to: it kept pressing Mandy farther into the snow, and I caught an impression of talons lifting to strike.

  When they fell, it was to reverberate off the glittering hard shell of my magic.

  I had gotten pretty good at shielding both myself and others over the past year. It was easier, in fact, to protect someone else. My own demons tended to get inside the deepest part of me and work their way out from there, making shields less useful than they might have been. But my friends tended to just face external threats when I was around, and that I could handle.

  The picture before me could’ve been an expensive special effect, a give-and-take of power flowing from me to the pair thirty feet down the mountain. Mandy looked like a superhero, wrapped in silver-blue shielding that glowed even in the sunlight. Her scream became a squeak of astonishment, and the creature’s dull roar ricocheted into a pained howl.

  For just a second I felt proud of myself.

  Mandy won my admiration forever by slamming the mittened heel of her hand upward, straight-arming her invisible assailant. Its head, for lack of a better term—that’s where the teeth seemed to be, anyway—cracked backward, briefly illuminated by the power wrapping Mandy. I had a glimpse, nothing more, of a human face badly distorted, and tried frantically to rewind my memory and remember if its teeth had been manlike or more predatory. The idea they’d been both popped up, then retreated again as the infuriated blur of nothing tumbled ass over teakettle down the mountain.

  Trying to see it—or See it—was giving me a headache. It changed shape and size like it was struggling to figure out what it was. It landed on all fours, facing me, and slid yards before coming to a stop. Claw marks marred the snow,
five surprisingly delicate lines from barely-visible paws. Ten seconds earlier it’d had enough weight to drive Mandy into the snow. Now it barely broke the crusted surface, and the gut-clenching low rumble of its roar rolled over me again. I let go a shout of my own, feeble in comparison.

  The snow under my feet compacted alarmingly, like it was suddenly bored with its current location. I had a vivid realization that I was standing on top of a mountain, and that deep noises could start avalanches. There was a tree line that might help mitigate disaster, but if a good snow slide started, the trees would break like twigs. And so would I.

  Mandy flinched upward, escaping the worst of the snow’s grasp in a sudden poof of color. Snow crunched and cracked beneath her, but she rolled carefully, edging her way toward the ridge at an oblique angle, away from the divots she and the monster had made as they’d rolled down the mountainside. She still shone with the protective glitter of my shielding, but I had no way to reduce gravity within that shield.

  Maybe I didn’t have to. The idea hit me with the same dazzling clarity as sun on snow. I’d made all kinds of shapes with my shields in the past, and it didn’t seem impossible that a flattened oval could help spread her body weight over a greater distance. Trusting that the formless monster couldn’t move fast enough to eviscerate me in the time it took to rearrange my concept of the shield and Mandy’s weight within it, I turned my attention to her alone.

  I’d never thought about the mass I was protecting when I’d created a shield before. Now I could feel her weight like the shielding was a hammock, drawing down toward the buried earth where her body touched it. But that drop-point could be eliminated by increasing the hammock’s tension, pulling its corners farther apart until it was a smooth, stretched-out expanse still capable of bearing the same weight. All the change was in the hammock, rendering its burden unchanged, yet perfectly safe on a taut surface.

  Mandy’s shield popped out wide and thin, just like my image of the hammock. The wind carried her gasp of relieved bewilderment to me as she got free of breaking snow and lay atop it. She went preternaturally still, lying with her arms and legs spread out like she was on thin ice and, intentionally or not, reducing my need to pay attention to her shielding’s form.

  I had exactly enough time to look back toward the featureless monster before it bashed into me.

  ———

  Up close it smelled like carrion. I gagged, choking for breath, and aspirated snow. I coughed it out, vision blurring, though I couldn’t tell if it was tears or just that the world itself had gone white and cold, with no sense of up or down. I wasn’t hurt—the shielding I’d wrapped around Mandy surrounded me, too—but the thing rolled me in the snow, disorienting me further. I grabbed at it, fingers clawed uselessly inside my mittens, and it pulled away without effort.

  I got a glimpse of it, an outline against the pale blue sky. Its eyes were white, or transparency’s closest brother to white, and its mouth was a tear across its head. The teeth, more visible than anything but the claws, were a skull’s grin, but the head stretched wider than a human head should have. There was no way this thing had eaten the people we’d found so far.

  Or, if it had, it was becoming more and more wild, losing any vestiges of humanity that it had once had. I caught a downward strike with my mittened hand, and felt myself sink deeper into the snow. I didn’t want to think too hard about how far it might be to the mountain rock below; the idea made me feel like I was drowning in snow, just as I had in my vision the day before.

  Snow collapsed on my head, which didn’t help at all. I gasped for air and got a lungful of rotted meat stench. For something that had landed on the snow crust light as a feather, it certainly was strong and stinky. I tried Mandy’s trick, straight-arming it, and caught it solidly in the chest to no dramatic effect except fueling another roar.

  That time I felt it in the ground, the way it shivered and dislodged a bit of the packed snow it held in place. One more howl like that and the whole mountainside was going to go, which might be okay from my monster buddy’s point of view, but which would be a world of hurts for me and Mandy. I reached for a psychic net, an idea that had worked for me in the past. A blue-white mesh burst out of my fingertips and stuck against the monster’s mutating form.

  It reared back, clawing at the net, then simply dissipated like it had never existed. My net collapsed, partly because it had nothing to hold and partly because I was too surprised to keep its idea in mind.

  Barely a heartbeat later the creature reappeared and clobbered me with a mallet-sized fist. Stars burst in my vision, and right about then I started wondering why I’d been trying to capture instead of kill it. I slammed a hand out to the side, grabbing a fistful of snow and willing it to become my weapon of choice, the silver rapier I’d taken from a god.

  Power surged, and I held the blade like it had always been there. In a way it had been: it made up part of psychic armor and weaponry grown from gifts I’d been given and tokens I’d won. The first time I’d drawn it had been in a dreamscape plane, but since then I’d learned I could pull it across the real world from its usual hiding place under my bed into my hand when I needed it. It was more convenient than carrying a rapier around in day-to-day life, though its lack of physical presence tended to make me forget about it until I really, really needed it.

  Like now.

  Technically it was a stabbing weapon, not a slashing one, but it had an edge and that that was enough for me. I swung wildly, pouring power into the blade. I’d overloaded monsters before, essentially exploding them with magic, but the invisible snowman only squealed and scampered backward. I lurched forward, trying to follow the path it broke in the snow, but a sword in one hand and snowshoes on the feet did not make for easy movement.

  I burst out of the snow like a bit of a fool, powder spraying everywhere. The critter was out of reach and in arrest, making it almost impossible to see. It shimmered slightly, a miragelike distortion of light, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it for fear I’d never locate it again. It was on top of the snow now, no longer breaking it, but the path it had made while escaping me gave me an angle to run up, in so far as I could run while wearing snowshoes. Nothing about the carnivorous beast had suggested it had a sense of humor, or I might’ve slain it with laughter at my blundering.

  It crouched, visible only because the distortion in the air lowered: its only two easy markers, tooth and claw, were hidden in mouth and snow respectively. I did a c’mere gesture with my free hand, hoping it’d jump me again, since I already knew which of us was faster. Being on the defensive was just fine with me, when my opponent could cover twenty yards while I blinked.

  I still wasn’t ready when it sprang at me. It came from up high, which I expected, but it was smarter than I hoped: instead of skewering itself on my raised sword, it twisted at the last second, coiling toward my undefended left side. Well, my semi-defended left side; I snapped the blade around, scoring a point-tip slash across what I thought of as the thing’s ribs.

  It didn’t so much as flinch, though its howl turned aggravated, like it was smart enough to change its line of attack but not smart enough to imagine I might change mine. This time when it hit the snow beyond me it turned with a snarl, but backed away. I swore and tromped after it, earning another one of its low-bellied rumbles.

  A crack opened up between me and the thing, and a heavy block of snow slid several yards down the mountain, then edged to a stop. I froze, arms spread wide and eyes even wider, and although I couldn’t see the damned critter’s face, I got an overwhelming sense of smugness from it. It emitted another low roar, then another, and when the snow began to slide that time, I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

  I’d been in earthquakes, but they had nothing on the sensation of watching the snow before me collapse and surge as it started an irreversible downward trend. Time dropped into a zone that only happened in emergencies, and I watched chunks of snow break loose and surge forward in slow motion as the packed materia
l in front of it gave way. It was utterly beautiful in a purely chaotic way.

  The half-embodied monster was clearly able to stay on top of the havoc it was wreaking, the impressions its claws made gobbled up by rolling snow. I doubted I could manage the same trick, but even if I could, the nasty beast had put me between a metaphorical rock and a hard place. I could try to go after it.

  Or I could keep Mandy Tiller from getting killed.

  I sucked my gut in, made an apology to my sword, and threw it away so that when the snow fell out from under my feet, I could fling myself forward with it. All I had to do was get to Mandy before her part of the shelf turned to icy dust. The slow-time of heightened awareness helped: even though I knew everything was happening impossibly fast, I could see giant snowballs breaking free, big enough for me to throw my weight onto them as I dashed across a shattering snowfield. The avalanche’s momentum helped, driving me forward faster than humanly possible. I belly flopped on Mandy, my arms spread wide, just as the snow beneath her collapsed.

  I snapped a quicksilver shield up around us as the snowslide threw us down the mountain. Mandy rolled over beneath me and wrapped her arms and legs around me, face buried in my shoulder. I knotted my arms around her shoulders and drew my legs up as far as I could with her in my lap, so we made a ball that bounced smoothly—for some value of smoothly—down the thundering wash of snow. I felt like a giant bruise inside about six seconds, and caught myself muttering, “Shock absorbers, shock absorbers,” into Mandy’s ear as the world spun by in a roar of white and rock and trees.

  I’d always worked best with car metaphors, and after another couple of bounces the shielding seemed to soften, taking some of our impact against hard snow and harder debris. Mandy made the first sound I’d heard since her earlier screams: a tiny whimper that sounded like relief. I squeezed her a little harder, then closed my eyes against the cyclone of white around us and waited for it to be over.

 

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