Total Eclipse

But who did that leave? Not Cassiel, not me . . .

The avatar.

I looked over my shoulder at the car, which was still sinkingit was up to the door level now, embedded in the roads soft surface. It was as if the road was eating it. Digesting its metal and rubber, plastic and glass. There was a constant crackling sound, and a fizzing, that was faintly sickening, especially considering how much I loved that car.

But the avatar wasnt inside it anymore.

Its the Dji

Who is he cha

No, she said tersely. I hear the bird. It may be coming in for us again.

If she could hear the whisper of feathers in the wind, I couldnt. But she was right, because a second later I saw the blur of feathers, and the bald eagle dive- bombed Luis. He wasnt fast enough, and the claws ripped bloody furrows in his upraised right arm. I felt the force of the wind from the eagles furious wing beats as it hovered, snapping its hooked beak at his face.

Cassiel was faster. She reached out and grabbed the eagles body below the widespread wings, and as the bird shrieked in alarm and battered at her, she summoned up power, and I felt myself sway with weariness.

The bird went quiet. Not dead, just stu

Shed also said something about bears, and wolves, and mountain lions. I didnt want to deal with that out in the open, either, especially since the normal Earth Warden defenses werent working.

Cassiels motorcycle, which had been parked on the side of the road, suddenly tipped over and began sinking into the black tar. She let out a curse that I was pretty sure shed learned from Rocha and ran to muscle it away from the asphalt and onto the sandnot that that was going to help, I wanted to tell her. There was no safe ground, not really.

But Id feel better with a roof over our heads and something like walls giving us some defensive shelter.

Right, the hotel, I said. David, can you get up?

He nodded, but his face had gone pale under its metallic luster, and I didnt know how much he could do on his own. Rocha and I each took a side and helped David stumble across the long parking lot, heading for the doors. They were blocked off with DO NOT ENTER yellow tape and plywood across what had once been a glass entry. I burned the padlock into slag and unlocked the hasp, left David leaning on Rocha, and stepped inside the ruined casino and hotel with the battery-powered lantern upraised.

The light couldnt reach far, but it looked like a typical Vegas sort of lobbyornate carpet (stained by black smoke and loads of footprints), marble counters that still looked intact, some kind of fancy ceiling overhead but probably not as nice as one of the name-brand casinos, like the Bellagio or the Venetian. This was where your grandmothers bingo club, not the high rollers, stayed when they went to Vegas. Whatever guest rooms still remained were probably no better than an anonymous chain hotel on the cheap.

The fire had consumed most of the casino, it looked like; the damage got worse, and the smell of burnt wood and plastic was chokingly strong, still, even though there was no hint of embers around. This place was a total loss. I imagined they were waiting on insurance before demolition, but in the current dire circumstances every insurance company in the world was probably out of business already, no matter how well funded. This place had just seen the Reaper early, that was all.

But it was still standing, and it would do.

Right, I said. Looks like this part of the building is the least damaged. Follow me.

It was horror-movie spooky as we moved in our own little island of light through the silent, dark, cavernous lobby. Carpeting squished in places under my feetstill not completely dried from the hundreds of gallons of water that had been dumped in here to finish off the fire, I presumed. The smell of mold overtook the stench of smoke as we went farther in, and I saw black swathes of the stuff on baseboards and in corners. Yeah, this place was finished, even in less apocalyptic circumstances. In Las Vegas it was always considered easier to demo and rebuild than renovate.

At the far end of the lobby was a long marble concierges desk, and behind it was an almost undamaged door that said STAFF ONLY. I felt like breaking rules. I opened it a couple of inches and peered inside, and saw a big lounge area with nice chairs and sofas, a big- screen TV (dead, of course), and coffeemakers with glass carafes full of molding brew. Snack machines, phones, even an internet portal in the corner. And beyond that . . . showers and lockers.

It looked perfect, and I led them all inside.

Oh, I sighed. I couldnt help it; the sight of those gleaming bathroom fixtures was just about more than I could take. I forced myself to check for security. It being a casino hotel, there werent any large windows, only slits up near the ceiling too narrow to crawl through. There was an emergency exit at the back, but it was secure. I summoned up more power in the form of fire and used it to hard-seal the metal door to its frame. If I had to undo it, it might slow us by critical seconds, but better to be safe. I didnt like having easy access at our backs.

Clear, I said, and came back with the light. Cassiel and Rocha were easing David down into a chair. I think the coffees past its sell-by date, but theres shelf-stable food, water, and sodas. And showers. I put the lantern on a coffee table and knelt down next to David to take his hand. Talk to me. Whats happening?

Darkness, he said. Cant see anything. Feeldrained. Like theres something trying to pull my power away from me.

That wasnt good news, not at all. And the fact that Whitney had so precipitously deserted us wasnt good, either.

Hes right, said a new voice from behind me. I whirled around, ready to blast something with a fireball, but then I held up as the speaker walked into the light. Rahel, back to her old golden- eyed self, but subdued. She seemed as uncertain as David. I was following on the aetheric. I hitsomething. A block. I had to take physical form to get this far. I dont think I can reach much of my power. Its like

Like a black corner, David said. But only at half strength. It feels artificial. Imposed.

Rahel walked over to a candy machine, smashed a hand through the glass, pulled the whole thing out in a spray of fragments, and contemplated the selection. She chose a Three Musketeers bar, which I found weirdly amusing, and I watched as she peeled it and bit. I didnt think Id ever seen Rahel eat before.

She chewed for a few seconds before swallowing and saying, Its coming from the avatar. You know this?

David told me, I said. But I dont know how to find him. Do you?

No need to find him. Hell come to you, soon enough. She nibbled her chocolate bar and selected other things from the machineM&M candies, a Twix bar, some kind of cookies. She tossed those to each of us. Weirdly, Id been craving M&Ms, and the smack of that yellow packet in my hand felt like ma

So we wait?

Yes, Rahel said. Ill keep watch. Perhaps you should shower. She emphasized that with a sniff and a pained expression. If Im trapped here with you, sistah, you can at least not reek of blood and sweat.