The Lillim Callina Chronicles: Volumes 1-3

by J. A. Cipriano

  “Tis a pleasure to meet you, Miss Callina, Savior of Fairy,” the pillar said in a voice that rattled the inside of my head like a gong.

  “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you,” I said as I dropped into a curtsy that was surprisingly easy to do in the ball gown. It was good because I’d never actually worn one before. There was a first time for everything, I supposed.

  The thing laughed, the sound spilling over me like warm honey, and I had to resist the urge to wrap myself in it and roll around.

  “May the wild magic bless you and keep you,” it said, releasing me and hovering off toward the refreshment table. I glanced around for Caleb, but he was nowhere to be found.

  Dozens more people had already shown up so maybe he was busy greeting them in his role as the Blue Prince? I shook my head and sighed. Either way, I still didn’t have any food.

  “Lillim? Lillim is that you?” I turned toward the voice and found Mattoc staring at me from just inside the doorway. He was wearing a white suit with a bright red rose in the lapel. “You look stunning,” he said after a long moment.

  I blushed and heat spread across my cheeks as he walked over to me, and very carefully, took my hand in his. His touch was cool and the feel of it shocked me a little. I still wasn’t used to this whole Mattoc was corporeal in Fairy thing.

  Mattoc was staring at me in a way I’ve never seen before, lips half-parted as his eyes lingered on me, stopping on my bare shoulder. He reached out, one slow, tentative movement with his hand. His fingers brushed my skin, and it was like an electric shock went through me. The blood seemed to swell in my head, rushing so quickly that I couldn’t hear anything over it.

  “You know,” he said, his voice husky and clipped, “I haven’t touched anyone in almost thirty years. I’d forgotten…” His hand slid down my arm until he clasped my hand in his. “You’re so warm.”

  I swallowed and tried to remember how to speak. Part of me wanted to run away from him before something weird happened. The other part of me didn’t know what to do at all but was pretty sure sprinting for the door would be the wrong thing to do.

  Mattoc took a step past me, still holding my hand, and I turned, following. We took a couple more steps before he turned and slid his other arm around my back. It was only then that I noticed the music in the air. It fell down on us in a smooth beat that made me want to move and shake.

  “Did you seriously just drag me onto the dance floor?” I asked, my eyes wide in horror.

  “Yes. I haven’t been able to touch someone in a long time, and all I want is one dance with you.” Mattoc grinned, and something about it seemed strangely hungry. “Is that okay?”

  Before I could respond, Mattoc swung his body around, shifting to the music in a wild arc that caused glittering purple light to flash from the ceiling above us and illuminate us before all of Fairy.

  I tried to step away then, after all, what would Caleb think? Here I was in the middle of the dance floor with Mattoc. I mean, it was Mattoc, and Caleb had no reason to be jealous of a non-corporeal ghost. Only Mattoc wasn’t non-corporeal right now and that could be an important difference, right?

  Magic filled the air, making it taste like pink cotton candy. I took a deep breath and it thrummed along my skin, slipping over me like a silk sheets on a hot night.

  Mattoc leaned in close to me, his breath cool on the skin of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, and I would have stumbled if he hadn’t caught me in his arms. He turned his body, spinning me so that my back was toward him, and made us take a step forward.

  “Don’t you know our game?” he cooed into my ear, and his voice melted over me like thick, rich caramel: sultry, sweet, and dangerously bad for you. “Don’t you feel the same?”

  My body turned itself and magic slid up around me like a glove. I tried to scream, tried to open my mouth as the power of Fairy poured over me, drowning me there on the dance floor in front of all the guests.

  “Do I feel the same?” I crooned with no idea how I’d done so as Mattoc intertwined his body with mine, locking us in a vicious tango. “Do I know this dangerous game?”

  “It can all be ours.” Mattoc’s voice burst out past me, filling the dance floor as he dipped me backwards, moving my body in a graceful arc that surprised the hell out of me.

  My hand reached up to touch his face as he pulled me back toward him, his cool body pressed tightly against mine.

  “And don’t you know… And don’t you know,” we sang in unison as the lights around us began flashing in a multitude of colors. “We feel the same…”

  The atmosphere changed at once, and I found myself drawn to the corner of the dance floor. Caleb stood there with a strange mix of horror and anger on his face. The thrum of the music lowered and throbbed, like a beating heart pulsing just below the surface of the beat.

  A thick, cloying energy fell over us as Caleb threw back his arm and cast off his suit jacket. It flew into a crowd of pixies who seemed to swoon with delight, fainting to the ground under the flurry of black cloth.

  “Now there’s something here,” Caleb sang, curling his finger toward me.

  “I’m so confused because I’ve got to choose.” The words left me in a rush, tearing from me in a flurry of song as I pulled away from Mattoc and moved toward Caleb, my hand reaching toward him.

  Caleb, somehow, was in the middle of the dance floor as his hips shifted to the beats. A high pitched keening threaded through the music and a tear came to my eye.

  “Between what I know and what I want, but somehow, I still play this same old game…” I finished as Caleb took two steps toward me, our hands touching for a moment before I threw his hand down. I found myself turning my back to him and stomping forward in a flurry of motion, shaking my head violently.

  “I don’t want that feeling inside of me anymore.” I spun around, so close to Caleb now, our faces mere inches apart. “Cause then there is no choice.” I took a step back and placed my finger to his lips and wiggled backward.

  “Are you the answer to all my feelings?” Caleb replied as I pushed him coyly.

  “Why should I bother?” I asked as Mattoc stepped in between us, threw his arms around me, and spun me lightly.

  “Is there even an answer to the question?” Mattoc crooned at Caleb from behind me, his voice seeming to attack the other man with the force of a whip.

  The two began furiously grooving to the music, dancing around me in smooth arcs. Red rose petals rained down from the ceiling as they moved. “And so we’re forced to wonder forever,” they sang together, before spinning apart from each other, leaving me standing alone between them.

  “Is it me or is it you?” Caleb sang as he stepped past me in one lithe motion and gestured defiantly at Mattoc. My ghost staggered backward, falling to one knee as the music changed again. White light fell down around Mattoc, and the melody changed to one of pity; a low, whining hum that echoed within the room.

  “These thoughts eat at me… I… I… I…” Mattoc’s voice was pained, straining as he fell to his knees, arms reaching out to me in one desperate gesture.

  Caleb turned away from him and swept toward me, catching me in his arms as I tried to go to Mattoc.

  “Are you bound to what they say?” Caleb cooed. “Are we both bound to what they say?”

  “I will not go this way,” I cried, pain and fear filling my voice as I looked past him toward the fallen form of Mattoc. “I will not go this way,” I repeated, falling forward against Caleb as the world spun under my feet.

  21

  Before I could recover, a whirlwind that carried the scent of springtime daffodils lifted me into the air. Shock and apprehension surged through me as I tried to pull myself free of the winds, but try as I might, I couldn’t move a muscle. I hung there, buffeted by the winds like some kind of fairy princess as rose vines descended from the ceiling and wrapped around my arms in a flurry of white and pink rose petals. I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening or if this was still part of whatev
er enchantment that had caused the dancing, but I was no longer having fun.

  I screamed as the vines hauled me up into the air and sharp, dagger-like thorns pierced my flesh, spilling drops of my bright red blood on the marble floor. My legs kicked uselessly in the air. Blood dripped down my flesh and with each drop that struck the ground an explosion of power burst outward. Fairy magic thrummed in the air, humming in my ears like a buzz saw. The vines lifted me higher, my body swaying like a bloody marionette.

  Caleb tried to take a step toward me, but the whirling power pushed him backward. He slid along the slick marble unable to stop himself despite being the Blue Prince. Blue flames exploded out around him as he struggled to keep the unseen force from carrying him away.

  Some of the guests scattered, but most watched, open mouthed, as crimson and ebony roses bloomed along the ceiling. The smell of pine trees and fresh cut grass wafted through the air as the banquet tables dissolved. Spruce trees sprung from the ground in their place, enormous and massive as they stretched up to the ceiling.

  “What’s going on?” Mattoc cried, and I turned my head just enough to glimpse him trying to stand out of the corner of my eye. Roses wrapped around his body, pulling him to the ground beneath their bulk. Pain flashed across his face as he struggled to move.

  “The wild magic is free. We must warn the Queens!” cried a golden-haired Sidhe as he turned and tried to run across the dance floor to the entrance. The ground beneath his feet shifted, roiling as the dragonfly’s wings began to beat beneath the surface of the stone. He stumbled, windmilling his arms for balance as the giant stone dragonfly pulled itself free of the ground like a butterfly pulling itself free from its cocoon.

  Its glittering gold and silver body swung around, knocking the Sidhe off his feet and throwing him across the dance floor like a rag doll. The dragonfly rose into the air, its multifaceted eyes darting to and fro as it surveyed the room. I screamed and tried to throw myself to the side as it flew by me, but the rose vines held me tight, thorns tearing into my flesh as I struggled.

  A breath of winter swept through the room like a gust of frozen wind, crystallizing the floor and ceiling alike and covering the roses in a thin layer of frost. The frigid air struck the enormous dragonfly full on and stopped it cold. Ice swarmed over the creature, wrapping around its immense wings and dragging them to a standstill.

  Heat exploded past me, slamming into the tumbling creature in a burst of white hot flames. The dragonfly’s carapace shattered, sending chunks of gold-flecked stone flying outward in all directions.

  I turned my head toward the source, straining against the roses struggling to keep me from moving, and gasped. The Queen of the Hot and Bright was lowering her smoking hand. Her flesh took on the glow of afternoon sunlight and her hair billowed around her as though moved by an unseen breeze.

  Beside her, the Queen of the Cold and Dark was grinning that cheshire cat grin I’d seen her use before. Snow radiated outward from her along the marble floor and frost clung to her hair and eyelashes, flashing like tiny diamonds in the light. Both Queens were here, and even worse, they seemed together. They’d been hard enough to take on individually, but united? Well, I didn’t even want to entertain that idea.

  “I suppose your ‘physics’ magic really works,” the Summer Queen said, and her voice rolled over me like warm maple syrup and butter.

  “Perhaps we should combine the forces of our power more often,” the Winter Queen replied with a glance at her counterpart. “Now cut them free.”

  Winter and Summer Sidhe surged forward in a mass toward Mattoc and me, weapons brandished.

  “No! Stop!” Caleb cried but even as he said the words, the roses grew thicker and hoisted me higher into the air spattering my blood across the floor. Roses the color of twilight sprang up from the blood, growing into a dense forest of thorns and petals. It surged forward, swallowing the guards in a flurry of thrashing, writhing vines.

  “Send for the Winter Breaker,” the Winter Queen called, and her voice split the air like an arctic gale.

  “No,” Caleb said and, for a moment, everyone stopped and looked at him. Blue fire engulfed his body as he took a step away from me and the roses. The entire forest of prickly flowers almost seemed to sigh in relief as he did so, and his power flared. Now that he’d stopped trying to approach, the wild magic no longer held him back. “This is wild magic, and we cannot hope to control it. We cannot bargain with it, nor can we fight it.” Caleb shook his head and the flames around him died out abruptly. “Whatever it is here to do, must be done.”

  “And what is that, Prince?” the Summer Queen sneered, putting her hands on her hips and gazing at him defiantly. “What has it come to do?”

  “When was the last time wild magic was alive in the heart of Fairy?” Caleb asked, ignoring her question as he swept his arms around the room.

  “When, indeed?” The Keeper of the Wild Hunt’s voice smashed into the room like a freight train as he stepped from the pillar of darkness that greeted me earlier. His ebony hair was done in a set of twin braids that fell down his back like the tails of some giant beast. He was still wearing his black leather pants but now he also wore a poncho of rich blue silk that seemed to shimmer as he moved. “A millennia? Two?” He leaned down close to the queens so that his face loomed before both of theirs. “It’s two, isn’t it?”

  Neither Fairy Queen spoke, and the Keeper nodded at them. “Your silence is answer enough.” He gestured around him. “Everywhere I turn I see stone and metal. Are you trying to imitate the humans? This is Fairy. We are endless forests and thrashing oceans, not marble walls and golden ceilings. You should embrace the wild magic.”

  “The wild magic cannot be controlled. If it runs loose it could unmake our Courts,” the Summer Queen said.

  “And what do you have that is so worth saving, Sidhe? You could not even defend your kingdom without outsiders to fight for you.” The Keeper poked the Summer Queen in the chest with one huge finger. She stumbled backward and would have fallen if the Winter Queen hadn’t seized her arm and held her upright.

  “We didn’t need them,” the Queen of the Cold and Dark snarled, baring her teeth like an angry lioness as white fog roiled around her.

  “Oh? Is that true?” The Keeper stood back and tapped his cheek in mock thought. “So tell us then, Queen of the Cold and Dark, where are Warthor Ein and Kishi Al Akeer?”

  A chill slithered down my spine. Not one of those, “oh it’s cold in here chills” or one of those, “I’m really scared” chills. No, this was one of those, “someone stepped on my grave,” chills. It oozed over my skin and made me suck in a breath. It let me know something was wrong. Very, very wrong. The rose vines wrapped around me loosened, just a little, and as they did, a thought struck me.

  Where were Kishi and Warthor? They should be here, right? This was a ball in honor of saving Fairy, and they had been right there. I mean Caleb was here, but he was basically a god and could be all “I do what I want,” and no one could stop him. Mattoc was corporeal right now, but he was still bound to me in a soul-to-soul sort of way. If they took Mattoc, I’d have known.

  But Warthor and Kishi? They could be in some deep, dark hole somewhere, and I wouldn’t know. I’d been so preoccupied with dresses and makeup that I never stopped to wonder where my friends were. Some friend I was.

  Then again, this was Warthor Ein we were talking about. He chewed up monsters and spit them out. Kishi wasn’t exactly a slacker herself, either. They’d gone toe to toe with the Goblin King and the Winter Queen with effort, but not impossible effort. Who could put them in a deep dark hole? No one, that’s who. Either way, it was time to stop playing fairy princess and start kicking some serious ass.

  I let a slow breath escape my lungs and turned my attention to the Fairy Queens. They were still silent, which was odd. Shouldn’t they have been like, “They are on their way. Kishi is being dressed in such splendor that when she enters the room all eyes will turn to her and Lillim w
on’t even exist because she’s so beautiful and funny and…”

  But they weren’t doing that. They weren’t even talking. A wide grin spread across the Keeper’s tire-sized lips to reveal a set of shiny teeth. “You don’t want to say that they are in a deep, dark hole somewhere, do you?” he said with a wink at me.

  Oh my god. Could he hear my thoughts? That was a creepy thought. No. He couldn’t do that, right? I mean… what number was I thinking of?

  “Four,” he said casually. He leaned down until his huge, beach ball-sized head was inches from the Fairy Queens. “Go on. Tell the Dragonslayer what you have done to her friends. She’s just dying for an excuse to call upon her weapons and start kicking some ass.”

  “We have done nothing with them,” the Queen of the Hot and Bright cooed, and her voice filled the room like a living thing. It made my skin sweat and images of a sweltering desert complete with the bleached bones of unfortunate animals and circling vultures fill my mind.

  “They chose to go with the Morrigan,” the Queen of the Cold and Dark murmured in a voice so low that I didn’t hear it so much as I felt it on my skin like fog rolling in before a storm.

  “Chose, eh?” The Keeper smirked, and the Queens’ faces went blank and empty. It was the face of someone who was trying to hide something. “And why did they choose to go with the death goddess?”

  “It was their choice,” the Queen of the Hot and Bright hissed through clenched teeth.

  “Strangely, that doesn’t answer my question,” the Keeper said with an amused lilt.

  “We don’t have to answer your question, Keeper,” the Queen of the Hot and Bright spat and waved him off with one hand. “Don’t you have some bones to feed your mongrels?” She turned toward one of the Sidhe in her entourage. “Go and fetch the Keeper some bones for his dogs.”