Codex Born (34 page)

Cold continued to flow from the book. “I probably should have done this out back,” I said through clenched teeth.

The voices were growing louder. John Rule shouted defiantly at the Prince of Harku’unn, the northernmost kingdom of Neptune. I tightened my fist, feeling the weight of his stone-bladed sword, and his need to act. I would strike down the tyrant who would torture and enslave the free people of Harku’unn, including the exiled nymph who had saved my life.

“Isaac!”

One of the prince’s dryads stepped closer, her barbarian weapon held in a defensive position. I raised my own sword.

“Oh, hell.” The dryad parried my thrust and stepped inside my guard. Her other hand caught my chin and lifted, twisting my spine and forcing me off balance. She kicked my front leg out from under me before I could recover.

I landed hard enough to knock the air from my lungs. My sword fell, and my shield fluttered to the ground.

I blinked. I was reasonably certain shields weren’t supposed to flutter.

“Concentrate on my voice,” said the dryad. “You’re Isaac Vainio. You’re in Copper River, Michigan, and we don’t have time for this!”

Snow gusted through the cave. A stone sword with a blade like chipped blue glass lay beside me. I rubbed my face and tried to focus.

“Don’t move.” She left me shivering on the floor, but returned seconds later, ripping open a cellophane package. “Eat this.”

Strong fingers shoved something spongy and chocolate into my mouth. I chewed without thinking. “You raided my Tastykake supply?”

“Tastes and smells are powerful triggers. They can help to anchor you in the real world.” Lena crammed another bite past my lips. “You once told me how your parents used to bring them back from trips out East, remember?”

I stared at the book on the floor beside me. The pages were blackened, charred by the amount of magic pouring through. No sane libriomancer would use a book so badly damaged, not if they wanted to hold on to that sanity. Like Gutenberg’s lock, that damage would flow through other copies of the book, and only time would heal it.

I placed both hands over the book and wrenched my spell closed, then took the second cupcake from Lena, trying to keep from trembling. Color had begun to return to my skin, but I could also see the faint overlay of char, like a layer of ash just beneath the surface. I had done this to myself once before at Mackinac Island, after channeling a Martian death ray through my own flesh to fight off a group of undead horses.

I had a peculiar life.

To my surprise, the cupcakes helped. The voices pressing into my head were still there, but no longer threatened to drown me. I scraped the last bit of chocolate frosting from the wrapper with my finger. “I’m sorry,” I said as I realized what I had done. “Did I hurt you?”

A single elevated eyebrow and an amused smile was all the answer that question needed.

The taste of chocolate didn’t block out the faint scent of methane and ammonia. Cleaning this mess would take hours. Jenn was going to kill me. Not to mention the damage the moisture would do to the books. I needed to get to the basement and bring up the portable dehumidifiers.

As my mind continued to clear, I noticed Lena was shivering. Charring her book shouldn’t have hurt her. Unlike my time-viewing spell back in Tamarack, Lena was a fully formed magical creation. Her connection with her book had ended the moment someone pulled her acorn from the pages. “What’s wrong?”

“The smell.” She scooped a handful of snow from the floor and stared at it, entranced. “I remember this, even though I know it’s not real. I’ve never touched snow like this before, but my body recognizes it, and suddenly everything else seems wrong. You, the library, even these clothes.”

I jumped to my feet, grabbed her elbow, and dragged her back to the children’s section. Lena stumbled drunkenly along. I snatched her branch and pressed it into her hands. She gripped it like a lifeline.

“Stay with me, Lena.” I punched in the alarm code and propped open the back door, then pulled her into the fresh air.

She stood like a statue, holding the branch from her tree and staring into the distance. Eventually, she reached over with one hand and tugged me to her. She kissed me fiercely at first, and then I felt her body begin to relax. She broke away and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I said at the same time.

“What for?”

I tucked her hair back over her ear, then traced the edge of her ear down to the curve of her neck. “I’m an idiot. I should have known better.”

Nidhi would have caught my mistake. She would have made certain Lena was safely out of range before I opened up a portal to the fictional world that had birthed her. I could think of
no better way to induce a schizophrenic break than blurring the lines of Lena’s two realities.

“Did it work?” she asked.

“I think so.” It was five in the morning. I had held that book open for more than a half hour. I smiled wearily. “August Harrison is going to be
pissed
.”

The mess inside made me sympathize with the Sorcerer’s Apprentice. If I had the slightest idea how to enchant the mops and brooms to clean up the library, I’d be tempted too.

I ended up using a push broom to sweep most of the snow out the front door, then brought the dehumidifiers up. After an hour, the smell had dispersed enough for Lena to come back inside with no apparent ill effects.

By the time Jenn arrived, I had propped open the doors for airflow, returned the beanbags to their proper place, and wiped down the circulation desk. Jenn stopped in the doorway, sniffed the air, looked from me to the dehumidifiers, and sighed. “I don’t want to know, do I?”

“A friend called me around four in the morning. Said he saw a couple of kids snooping around in here. They had gotten the chemistry books out, and as far as I can tell, I think they were trying to make their own little drug lab.”

Jennifer Latona had about twenty years on me. I fought to keep a neutral expression as she gave me a
you-expect-me-to-believe-that
look that was eerily reminiscent of my mother. “How did they break in?”

“The alarm was armed, so if I had to guess, I’d say they came in during the day, snuck into the basement, and hid out until everyone left.”

“Did you catch them?”

“They must have ducked out of sight when we pulled up. Lena and I started cleaning up the mess, and they took off through the back door.”

She set her briefcase on the desk and rubbed her temples. “You cleaned up the evidence? Did it ever occur to you to call the police? Or to call
me
?”

“I can honestly say it didn’t.” I gave her an apologetic shrug. “I was just trying to save the books. Can you imagine the damage if this stuff seeped under the shelves? We did the best we could, but we need to get steam vacs in here if we want to avoid a major mold problem. Not to mention the bugs.”

“I’m supposed to have a children’s story group in here at eight-thirty.” She popped open her suitcase, grabbed a pair of old socks, and waved them under my nose. “I brought sock puppets! I can’t have kids sitting around in a library that smells like a chem lab.”

I peeked outside. “The sky looks pretty clear. Why not do puppets in the park?”

“I never had this kind of trouble when I was working down in Lansing.” Before I could answer, she raised a hand and said, “Just get someone in here to do the carpets.”

I gave her a quick salute, then sat down to call Cody Terzaghi about renting his steam cleaners. Nicola called back on my own phone as I was wrapping things up with Cody.

“Harrison got the book,” she said without greeting or preamble. “Jane Oshogay is dead.”

I slumped lower in the chair. “How?”

“Jane was first on the scene, and arrived as Harrison and the others were leaving. Her orders were to wait, but you know libriomancers and their books. From the look of things, she put up a good fight.”

“Damn.” I hesitated. After reading Bi Wei’s book and touching her mind, some part of me had hoped she would object to Harrison’s rampage, that she would stop him from hurting anyone else. “I, um, kind of charred
Nymphs of Neptune
last night. I don’t think they’ll be able to use it, but we should make a note in the catalog.”

“Good. I need you to stay where you are. Once we’re done cleaning up at the fort, we’ll join you at the library.”

“We?”

“Gutenberg, myself, and every other Porter within traveling distance. It’s time to put an end to this.”

“Past time.” Relief hit first, followed closely by fear. Gutenberg had tried to destroy the students of Bi Sheng once before. I had no reason to believe he wouldn’t attempt the same thing. But Bi Wei might be a match even for Gutenberg. Regardless of who won, the collateral damage would be ugly.

Copper River was about to become ground zero in a magical war the likes of which the world hadn’t seen in more than five hundred years.

Even deep within the slumber of my oak, Nidhi’s scream cut through me like the freshly sharpened blade of an ax.

I leaped from my tree, one of six oaks planted in a row on the northern side of Nidhi’s small yard. My feet hadn’t even touched the grass when a man slammed into me like a rhino. We crashed together into the tree.

“Not smart.” I spat blood, twisted a branch from the tree, and clubbed my attacker in the side of the head.

In my hands, the branch grew into a short spear. Whatever he was—I suspected a vampire, given his strength and speed—he didn’t seem surprised. My toes gripped the roots for balance as I stepped toward him. My next strike knocked him into the yard.

He had destroyed my garden, uprooting every plant, from the grapevines to the tomatoes. My roses were torn to mulch. One way or another, this bastard was going down.

He came at me again, and the roots wrinkled like inchworms. His speed worked against him now. The roots looped up to catch his ankle and hardened like steel. The end result was a vampire face-first at my feet, screaming in pain as he tried to free his dislocated ankle.

I jammed my spear through his shoulder to pin him in place. “How many?”

He hissed and reached for my wrist, so I twisted hard.

“Three more,” he cried. “Inside the house.”

I didn’t want to kill him. Most vampires had no more choice or control over what they became than I did. Their condition rarely involved truly informed consent. I let the spear take root, which should have been enough to keep him from causing further trouble. But he was stronger than I realized. He snarled and reached behind him, crushing the wood with one hand. He pushed himself up off of the broken spear, and his ankle popped into place with a sound like cracking stone.

I kicked him in the chest, then pulled the broken spear free. When he came at me again, I sidestepped and swung two-handed, forming an edge even as the wood hummed through the air. The newly-made blade cut cleanly through his neck. I was inside the house before he had finished dissolving into ash.

I ran through the living room and vaulted the couch. Two figures were dragging Nidhi toward the front door.

I ran one through and used my weapon as a lever to fling him back. The second threw Nidhi against the wall and flew at me. Literally. She seized my neck and slammed me into the brick fireplace.

I dug my fingers into her hands. I might not be human, but I still needed oxygen, and my brain liked its blood flow. I managed to break her left thumb, but that only pissed her off.

And then I heard the chainsaw snarl to life in the backyard. Metal teeth bit into my oak, and I screamed. The saw felt like it was cutting through my bones, and while the oak was strong, every second chewed through bark and wood. I tried to strengthen the tree, but I needed to free myself first.

Instead of fighting the vampire’s hold, I jabbed my fingers at her eyes. Either the eyes were vulnerable, or she hadn’t been dead long enough to outgrow her human reflexes. She flinched back, one hand coming up to protect her face.

I punched her in the throat, grabbed her hair, and flung her over me and into the fireplace. If we had kept it burning, we
could have had a proper fairy-tale ending. I settled for grabbing an iron poker and running her through.