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Beyond the flames glow, against the sideways rain, a shape emerged from the forest. Critias wore his cordon like a slicker, indiscernible to any but Seedbearer eyes. Starling thought he looked smaller. She knew what he was thinking: What went wrong?
Where is Atlas? Why are we still alive? When he reached the edge of Starlings cordon, Critias paused. Both of them braced for the rough blast that would signal their cordons joining. The moment of their union struck like lightning.
Starling crossed her arms to withstand the gale; Critias squeezed his eyes shut and struggled forward. Her hair waved like a cob- web against her scalp; his jowls flapped like flags. Starling noted these unflattering aspects in Critias, saw him note the same in her.
She reassured herself that Seed- bearers aged only when they felt affection. She had coordinated what her taste buds told her with her charts. Most of Manhattan, all of the Gulf Wait for the others. Critias nodded into the darkness. They are here. Chora staggered toward them from the east, Albion from the west, the storm glancing off their cordons.
They approached Starlings cordon and stiffened, girding them- selves for the unpleasant entry. When Starlings cordon had absorbed them, Chora looked away and Starling knew her cousin didnt want to risk feeling nostalgic or pathetic. She didnt want to risk feeling. It was how she had lived for thou- sands of years, never looking or feeling older than mortal middle- aged.
Starling is listing the fallen lands, Critias said. It doesnt matter. Albion sat down. His silver hair was soaked, his neat gray suit now mud- stained and torn. A million deaths dont matter? Critias asked. Didnt you see her tears destruction on your journey here? You have always said we were the protectors of the Waking World. What matters now is Atlas!
Starling looked away, embarrassed by Albions outburst, though she shared his vexation. For thousands of years the Seedbearers had struggled to prevent the rise of an enemy they had never met in the flesh. Long had they suffered the projections of his terrible mind. If Atlantis rose, its residents would be restored to life exactly as they had been when their island sank. Atlas would be a strapping man of twenty years, at the zenith of his youthful power.
The Rising would make time begin again for him. He would be free to pursue the Filling. But until Atlantis rose, the only things stirring in the Sleeping World were dreaming, scheming, sickened minds.
Over time Atlass mind had made many dark voyages into the Waking World. Whenever a girl met the conditions of the Tearline, Atlass mind worked to be near her, to draw tears from her eyes that would restore his reign. Right now he was inside the girls friend Brooks. The Seedbearers were the only ones who recognized Atlas each time he possessed the body of a person close to the Tearline girl.
Atlas had never succeeded partly because the Seedbearers had murdered thirty- six Tearline girls before Atlas could provoke them into weeping. Still, each one of his visits brought his unique evil into the Waking World. We are all remembering the same dark things, Albion said. If Atlass mind has been this destructive inside other bodies, waging wars and murdering innocents, imagine his mind and body united, awake, and in our world.
Imagine if he succeeds in the Filling. So then, Critias said, where is he? Whats he waiting for? I dont know. We were all there. We saw her cry! Starling thought back to that morning. When Eurekas tears fell, her sorrow had seemed bottomless, as if it would never end. It had seemed that each tear shed would multiply the damage to the world tenfold Wait, she said. Once the conditions of her prophecy were met, three tears needed to fall. The girl was a blubbering mess.
Albion dismissed her.
No one took Starling seriously. Obviously, the three required tears were shed. And then some. Chora looked up at the rain. Critias scratched the silver stubble on his chin. Are we sure? There was a pause, and a burst of thunder. Rain spat through the cordons hole. One tear to shatter the Waking Worlds skin. Critias softly sang the line from the Chronicles, passed down by their fore- father Leander. Thats the tear that would have started the flood.
A second to seep through Earths roots within. Starling could taste the spreading of the seafloor. She knew the second tear had been shed. But what about the third, the most essential tear? A third to awaken the Sleeping World and let old kingdoms rebegin, four Seedbearers said in unison.
That was the tear that mattered. That was the tear that would bring Atlas back. Did the third tear fall to Earth or didnt it? Something must have caught it, Albion muttered. Her thunderstone, her hands Ander. Critias cut him off. Albions voice was high with nerves. Even if he did think to catch it, he wouldnt know what to do with it. He is with her now, not us, Chora said. If the third tear was shed and captured, the boy controls its destiny. Ander doesnt know the Tearline is tied to a lunar cycle.
He wont be prepared for Atlas, who will stop at nothing to get the third tear before the next full moon Starling, Albion said sharply. Where has the wind taken Ander and Eureka? Starling drew in her tongue, chewed and swallowed, belched softly. She is shielded by the stone. I can barely taste her, but I believe Ander travels east. It is obvious where he has gone, Chora said, and whom he has gone looking for.
Outside of the four of us, only one knows the answers Ander and Eureka seek. Albion glowered into the fire.
When he exhaled, the blaze doubled in size. Forgive me. He took a measured inhale to tame the fire. When I think of Solon.
He bared his teeth, stifled some- thing nasty. I am fine. Starling had not heard the name of the lost Seedbearer spoken in many years. Albion searched and could not find him Perhaps Ander will look harder, Critias said. Albion grasped Critias by the neck, lifted him off his feet, and held him over the fire. Do you think I have not been looking for Solon since the moment he fled? I would age an- other century in exchange for finding him.
Critias kicked air. Albion freed him. They straightened their clothes. Calm, Albion, Chora said. Do not succumb to old ri- valries. Ander and Eureka must come up for air sometime. Starling will discern their location. The question is, Critias said, will Atlas discern their location first?
In the body of Brooks, he will have ways to draw her out. Lightning flashed around the cordon. Water lapped the Seedbearers ankles. We must find some way to take advantage. Albion glared into the fire. Nothing is as powerful as her tears. Ander can- not be the one in possession of such power. He is not like us. We must focus on what we know, Chora said. We know Ander has told Eureka that if one Seedbearer dies, all Seed- bearers die. Starling nodded; this was the truth.
Chora strummed her lips with her fingers. Eureka wont use the artemisia. She loves Ander too much to kill him. Today she loves him, Critias said. Name one thing more mercurial than a teenage girls emotions. She loves him. Starling puckered her lips. They are in love. I taste it on the wind around this rain. Good, Chora said. How can love be good? Starling was surprised. One must love to have ones heart broken. Heartbreak causes tears.
One more tear hits Earth and Atlantis rises, Starling said. But what if we gained possession of Eurekas tears before Atlas could reach her?
Chora let the question seep into the others. A smile filtered onto Albions face. Atlas would need us to complete the rise.
He would find us very valuable, Chora said. Starling flicked a slug of mud from a pleat on her dress. You are suggesting we align ourselves with Atlas? I believe Chora is suggesting that we blackmail the Evil One. Critias laughed. Call it what you like, Chora said.
Its a plan. We track Ander, take possession of any tears; perhaps we generate more. Then we use them to seduce Atlas, who will have us to thank for the great gift of his freedom. Black smoke twisted up out of the cordons vent. Youre insane, Critias said. Shes a genius, Albion said. Im afraid, Starling said. Fear is for losers. Chora sat on her haunches and stoked the fire with a wet stick.
How much time until the full moon? Ten nights, Starling said. Time enough Albion smirked into the distance for everything to change in the last word. Her legs fluttered toward it the urge to pass from water into air was irresistible but she stopped herself.
This wasnt the warm Vermilion Bay back home. Eureka was treading inside a transparent sphere in a dark, chaotic ocean on the other side of the world. The sphere and the voyage Eu- reka had made in it were possible because of the thunderstone pendant she wore around her neck. Eureka had inherited the thunderstone when her mother, Diana, died, but shed only recently discovered its magic: The reason the thunderstone shield encased her now bewildered Eureka.
She had done the one thing she was not supposed to do. She had cried. Never, ever cry again.
But Diana had never told her why. Then she died, sending Eureka on a quest for answers. She discovered that her unshed tears were connected to a world trapped beneath the ocean. If that Sleeping World rose, it would destroy the Waking World, her world, which she was learning to love. She couldnt help what happened next. She had stepped into her backyard to find her four- year- old twin siblings, Wil- liam and Claire, beaten and gagged by monsters that called themselves Seedbearers.
She had watched Dads second wife, Rhoda, die trying to save the twins. She had lost her oldest friend, Brooks, to a force too dark to fathom. The tears came. Eureka wept. Ander seriously got swept to the side in this book. It was all about him and Eureka and going against fate and true love and yadda, yadda, yadda, and then, all of a sudden, poof — no more romance.
What the hell?!? Well, guess I was wrong. It made absolutely no sense. The worst part — besides not having a clue as to. I thought this was a trilogy. The first one was bad, but bad in a way that I still got through it and on some infinitely small way enjoyed parts of it, but this? This is truly one of the worst books I have ever read. Claire was the key. Where everyone elses touch met stone- like resistance, Claires hands passed through the shields edges like a wildfire through fog.
She bobbed on her heels, swirling her hands against its surface, finger- painting an invis- ible escape. Her wrists passed in and out of the shield the way ghosts reached through doors. Without Claires power, the shield would pop like a bub- ble when it crested the surface and touched air.
Everyone in- side it would be scattered like ashes across the sea. So once Ander found a suitable rock, Claire would become their pioneer. Her hands would pass through the shield and hook the anchor on the stone. Until the others were ashore, Claires arms would remain partway in and partway out of the shield, keeping it open for their passage, keeping it from shat- tering on the wind.
Dont worry, William, Claire told her brother, who was older by nine minutes. Im magic. I know. William sat cross- legged in Cats lap on the translucent floor of the shield, picking pills off his pajamas. Beneath them, the sea built hills and valleys of debris.
Branches of coral jostled its sides. Cat hugged Williams shoulders. Eurekas friend was smart and audacious together they had hitchhiked to New Orleans, Cat wearing only a bikini top and cutoffs, singing raunchy Navy songs her dad had taught her. Eureka could tell Cat thought the plan with Claire was a bad idea. Shes just a kid, Cat said. Ander pointed to a broad, barnacle- covered slab of stone ten feet overhead. That one. White foam sparkled beneath its crevices.
The stones sur- face was above water. Eurekas arm joined Anders in propelling the shield higher. The water changed from black to dark gray. When they were as close as they could get without breaking the sur- face, Eureka clasped her thunderstone and sent a prayer Di- anas way that they make it out safely. Though only Eureka could erect the shield they traveled in, Ander could maintain it for a while. He would be the last to leave. He studied Eureka.
She glanced down, wondering what she looked like to him. The intensity of his gaze had made her ner- vous when she first encountered him on the road outside New Iberia. Then last night he told her hed been watching her for years, since both of them were very young.
Hed betrayed every- thing he was raised to believe about her. He said he loved her. You must prepare yourself. Eureka nodded. She had felt the weight of her tears as they left her eyes. She knew her flood was more horrible than any nightmare. She was responsible for whatever lurked above, and she planned on redeeming herself. Ander unzipped his backpack and withdrew what looked like an eight- inch silver stake with a wedding- band- sized ring at the top.
He flicked a switch to release four curved flukes from the stakes base, transforming it into an anchor. When he pulled on the ring, a fine chain of silver links spurted from the top. Eureka touched the strange anchor, amazed by its light- ness. It weighed less than half a pound. William touched the anchors sparkling flukes, which were forked at the edges and had a scalelike hammered texture that made them look like little mermaid tails. It is made of orichalcum, Ander said, an ancient sub- stance mined in Atlantis, stronger than anything in the Wak- ing World.
When my ancestor Leander left Atlantis, he had five pieces of orichalcum with him. My family has held on to them for millennia. He patted his backpack and managed a mysterious, sexy smile. Until now. What are the other toys? Claire stood on her toes and stuffed a hand into Anders backpack. He placed the anchor in her hands. This is very precious. Once the anchor grips the rock, you must hold on to the chain as tightly as you can. The links of orichalcum jangled in Claires hands.
Ill hold tight. Claire Eurekas fingers brushed her sisters hair, need- ing to convey that this wasnt a game. She thought about what Diana would have said. I think youre very brave. Claire smiled.
Brave and magic? Eureka willed away the strange new urge to cry. Brave and magic.
Ander lifted Claire over his head. She planted her feet on his shoulders and plunged one fist up, then another, just as hed instructed. Her fingers passed through the thunder- stone shield and she flung the anchor toward the rock. Eureka watched it sail upward and disappear.
Then the chain grew taut and the shield shook like a cobweb hit by a sprinkler. But it did not let in water, and it did not break. Ander tugged the chain. He pulled, drawing more chain inside the shield, lifting them closer to the surface. When they were only inches below the crashing waves, Ander shouted, Go!
Eureka grabbed the chains smooth, cold links. She reached past Claire and began to climb. Her agility surprised her.
Adrenaline flowed through her arms like a river. Eureka entered her storm. It was deafening. It was everything. It was a voyage into her broken heart. Every sadness, every ounce of anger she had ever felt manifested in that rain. It stung her body like bullets from a thousand futile wars. She gritted her teeth and tasted salt.
Wind slashed from the east. Eurekas fingers slipped, then clung to the cold chain as she reached for the rock. Hold on, Claire! She buried her chin against her chest and pressed upward, onward, urgent with a determina- tion shed never known before. Is this all you can do? The air smelled like it had been electrocuted.
Eureka couldnt see beyond the deluge, but she sensed that there was only flood to see. How could Claire hold on in all this thrash- ing water?
Eureka envisioned the dispersal of the last people she loved across the ocean, fish nibbling their eyes. Her throat constricted. She slipped essential inches down the chain. She was up to her chest in ocean. Somehow, her fingers found the top of the stone and gripped. Where was he? The last shed seen of him was a splash into the ocean.
Hed dove in after the twins had fallen from his boat. He hadnt been himself. Hed been. Eureka couldnt stomach what hed been. She missed him, the old Brooks. She could almost hear his bayou drawl in her good ear, lifting her up: Just like climbing a pecan tree, Cuttlefish. Eureka imagined the cold, slick rock was a welcoming twilit branch.
She spat salt. She screamed and climbed. She dug her elbows into the rock. She flung one knee onto its side. She felt behind her to make sure the purple bag con- taining The Book of Love the other part of her inheritance from Diana was still there. It was. Shed gotten a portion of the book translated by an old woman named Madame Blavatsky.
Madame B had acted like Eurekas sorrow was full of hope and promise. Maybe thats what magic was looking into darkness and seeing a light most people missed. Madame Blavatsky was dead now, murdered by Anders Seedbearer aunts and uncles, but when Eureka tucked the book under her elbow she felt the mystic spurring her on to make things right. The rain fell so intensely it was difficult to move. Claire clung to the chain, keeping the shield permeable for the rest of them.
Eureka thrust herself over the rock. Mountains stretched before her, ringed by a pearly mist. She felt for Williams hand. Ander was supposed to lift him to her. Small fingers traced, then grasped Eurekas hand. Her brothers grip was surprisingly robust. She pulled until she could reach under his arms and heave him above the surface.
William squinted, trying to focus his eyes in the storm. Eu- reka moved over him, needing to protect him from her tears brutality, knowing there was no escape. Cat came next. She practically launched herself from the water and into Eurekas arms. She slid onto the stone and whooped, hugging William, hugging Eureka. The Cat endures! Pulling Dad up was like an exhumation.
He moved slowly, as if drawing himself up required a strength he had never hoped to possess, though Eureka had cheered him across the finish line of three marathons and watched him bench- press his weight in the sweltering garage at home. Finally, Claire rose in Anders arms above the surface of the waves.
They held the orichalcum chain. Wind lashed their bodies. The shield glimmered around them right up until Claires toes slipped past its bounds. Then it split into mist and vanished. Eureka and Cat pulled Ander and Claire over the ledge and onto the rock.
Rain pinged off Eurekas thunderstone, stabbing the un- derside of her chin. Water sprayed up from the ocean and down from the sky. Now they needed shelter. Where are we? William shouted. I think this is the moon, Claire said.
It doesnt rain on the moon, William said. Head for higher ground, Ander called as he unhooked the anchor from the rock, pressed the switch to retract its flukes, and slipped it back inside his backpack.
He pointed inland, where the dark promise of a mountain sloped up. Cat and Dad each took a twin. Eureka watched the backs of her family as they slipped and slid along the rocks. The sight of them stumbling and helping each other up, traveling toward a shelter they didnt know existed made her loathe herself. Shed gotten them and the rest of the world into this. Are you sure this is the way? Every other way was white water. It stretched forever, no horizon. For a moment she let her gaze float on the ocean.
She lis- tened to the ringing in her left ear, deaf since the car accident that had killed Diana. This was her depression pose: star- ing straight ahead without seeing anything, listening to the lonely and unending ring. After Diana died, Eureka had spent months like this.
Brooks used to be the only one who let her go into these sad trances, gently needling her when she was through: Youre a nightclub act without the nightclub.
She couldnt afford the luxury of sadness anymore. Ander had said she could stop the flood. She would do it or die trying. She wondered how much time she had. How long has it been raining?