Gale Force

I'd expected assault, not a plea, and especially not a plea that had the ring of sincerity to it.

David didn't respond. He gazed at Ashan, fire in his eyes, but he didn't lash out.

Ashan said, even more quietly, ''I also didn't come alone.'' He didn't move, not even his gaze,

but I felt the shocking flare on the aetheric, and suddenly there was a presence beside him. It was

human in shape, but not human at all-a wild power, barely contained by flesh. His skin was hot

red, shifting with patterns of color, and his eyes were the pure white of the hottest flame. I'd

never seen him take human form before, but I knew him.

The Fire Oracle had left his protected home in a crypt in Seacasket. I hadn't even known he

could.

With a whisper rather than a flare, another presence shaped itself out of the air on Ashan's other

side. Milk-glass skin, a vessel containing fog and ice. The Air Oracle was only barely human as

well, and androgynous in form. Two of them. The Air Oracle had no fixed abode that I knew of,

but still, it took a major event for it to manifest so publicly.

I knew, without even asking, that it had never happened before. Not in all the history of the

Dji

Another surge of power, this one familiar, so bitterly and sweetly familiar. My daughter,

Imara– human and far more than human, beautiful and unreachable and remote. She looked sad,

but sure of herself-a mirror of my face and form, but with a totally individual core she'd

inherited from both me and her father.

She was standing with the others, against us.

David closed his eyes, and I knew it hurt him as much as it did me. When he opened them, his

eyes had gone dark, almost human. ''You're sure,'' he said. ''Imara?''

I thought for a few heartbeats that she might defect, might throw her support to us, but then she

bowed her head. ''I'm sure,'' she whispered. ''Too dangerous. So much at risk. You can't, Dad.

You just . . . can't.''

Silence. The audience was whispering. I couldn't imagine what they were making out of this.

Lewis had moved Cherise out of the line of fire, in case there was going to be any, but somehow

I knew this wasn't going to come to fireworks. Not this time.

David slowly turned back to me and said, very simply, ''I do.''

My mind went blank for a second, and I felt the seductive flow of power wash over me. Half

done. This was an exchange of vows; his was powerful, but not complete without my consent.

The minister nervously cleared his throat, eyes darting from David, to me, to Ashan, to the three

Oracles.

''Do you, Joa

been. He cleared his throat and tried again. ''Do you, Joa

''Wait,'' I said.

All of the Dji

His eyes went wide, and his skin bone-pale.

''Jo-''

''Just wait,'' I repeated. ''Ashan, the Oracles-you admitted yourself that you don't know what

will happen, David. How can we do this? How can we change the rules like this when we don't

even know what's coming for us?'' My voice broke. My heart broke. I was watching the fire die

in him, and it hurt. ''It isn't about us. It's about them, all of the people who depend on us!''

''I'm willing to take the risk,'' he whispered. ''Believe in us, Jo. Please. Believe.''

His hand came up to trace my cheek, and I felt tears well up in my eyes and burn trails down my

cheeks. His fingertips came away wet from my face, and he raised them to his lips.

Please.

I might have changed my mind. I can't swear that I would have, or I wouldn't; the fracture

between my head and my heart ran right down to my soul.

I didn't have time to find out.

The aetheric caught fire. At first I thought it was David, erupting in frustration and anger at me

for what I'd done, but then I realized that it wasn't him at all.

We were under attack.

David spun away from me. So did the other Dji

''You know what to do,'' David shouted to Ashan. ''Protect the Oracles!''

A silver scar formed on David's right cheek, then darkened, and the infection I'd seen earlier at

Ortega's house began to spread its tendrils again under his skin, moving frighteningly fast.

''David!'' I grabbed for him, but he spun away, avoiding me. Doing his job. Dispatching his

waiting Dji

shouting at the Wardens. Everybody had a plan, it seemed, except for me.

I felt the black wave sweep over me. It wasn't meant for me; it was centered on David, but even

the edges of it made me feel faint and sick.

He collapsed against me, shuddering, and I felt a scream trying to rip loose from him. I was the

only thing holding him up, the only defense he had left.

The Oracles vanished, leaving gusts of hot wind in their place that fluttered the pale layers of my

gown. David's weight pulled me down. It seemed as though he was growing heavier with every

passing second.

Ashan stood there, immobile, impassive, perfect.

''Help!'' I screamed at him, and grabbed his hand. It felt like cold marble. ''Damn you, he's

your brother! Do something!'' The two of them were the same, united by purpose and power, if

not by the ties of blood that humans understood.

Ashan pulled free of my grip. ''If you want him,'' he said, ''save him. He won't save himself.

He could, if he wished.''

I couldn't hold David up. Lewis lunged forward and tried to help take his weight, but there was

something strange happening here, something worse than anything I'd expected.

''God,'' Lewis muttered. ''Hold on, we're trying to put up the shield. Hold on-''

The Sentinels attacked from all around us, on every front. I heard some physical confrontations,

and saw a bloom of fire erupt somewhere off to the side, followed by shouts and screams.

Security piled on top of me and began hustling me away; I gathered up my train with both hands,

clutching it out of the way of traffic. Lewis had arranged our forces in teams, but even so, the

assault was shocking in its sudde

shook it fiercely. ''They're using Rahel to get to him! If you're going to counter, it has to be

now. Right now! Go!''

''Already on it,'' Lewis snapped, and spun away. ''Stay here. Draw them if you can.''

David was down on the ground, surrounded by fierce-eyed Dji

anything that came for him, but they let me through. I sank down at his side in a flutter of silk

and held him. He was gasping and trembling, eyes molten gold but with ominous sparks of

darkness flying through them. The gray mottling on his face was taking on a shocking life of its

own, moving dark tendrils beneath his skin. Seeking out the aetheric pipeline that made David

the Conduit. Once it had that . . .

''Let her go!'' I shouted, and grabbed him by the lapels. ''David, you have to let Rahel go,

please!''

He shook his head. His hand grabbed for mine and clenched tightly. ''Say it,'' he said. His voice

was raw in his throat, almost primal. ''Say the words. Say it!''

I felt tears trembling in my eyes. The whole world was coming apart. I heard the crack of gunfire

somewhere off to the side, and more screaming. Someone was shouting about a Warden down;

someone else was warning of a Sentinel attack coming in the form of a tidal wave from the

ocean.

This couldn't be right. It couldn't be.