Night Terrors (Sarah Beauhall Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

that were lit.
    The dwarves were in shadow, silent and waiting for a signal. Jai Li finally took a gasping breath as the sky exploded in fireworks.
    Great streamers roared into the sky followed by an assortment of flying Catherine wheels and shooting stars. The kids oohed and ahhed . People clapped and called out as each new light burst into the sky.
    For the finale, a huge wall of white sparks shot up into the night. After the final spark died and our eyes began to adjust to the remaining light, we saw that the construction wall was gone.
    A long statue was revealed. It showed several men and women struggling in battle with a giant while others pulled away the wounded. We began to walk forward as a series of spotlights came on, illuminating the statue.
    It looked to have been carved from a single block of stone. Rolph glowed with pride as I followed the others in a hushed wave.
    “This is but a token,” he said, turning to face Jimmy, Deidre, and Katie. “My cousins who remain in Vancouver sought to make amends, pay the first drop in the long reconciliation with your clan. The last year has been unkind to all people of peace.”
    It was beautiful, and way beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of.
    Jimmy strode forward and clasped Rolph in a wrist-to-wrist hand shake. They spoke to one another in hushed tones then they embraced. The hug was brief, then Deidre moved forward and Rolph knelt beside her chair. Jimmy moved down the line of solemn, bearded dwarves, clasping each in a warrior’s hand shake, exchanging brief words. The crowd moved forward, each person either moving directly to the statue, or waiting their turn to shake hands with the dwarves.
    Jai Li looked over her shoulder at me, eyebrows raised.
    “Go on,” I said, smiling. “Go see how well the carvers worked.”
    She hugged me, took Bub by the hand, and they scampered over to slip in and out of the crowd.
    I sat on the edge of the deck, watching the survivors mingle around. There was a reverence here, a sense of honor and tribute.
    Rolph finally pulled himself away from the crowd and came toward me, his arms flung wide and a huge grin on his face.
    “Smith,” he bellowed. I smiled and slid from the deck, letting him sweep me into a bear hug. He still smelled of the forge to me, hot metal and coal dust.
    “Pretty amazing,” I said, stepping back from him.
    He shrugged. “They sought to honor you,” he said, his voice dropping. “But I told them you would want no monuments in your name.”
    “Damn straight,” I said, maybe a little too heated.
    He looked at me, shaking his head. “You are a hero, young Sarah. Whether you want to hear it or not.” He held up a hand to stop my protest. “No one asked your opinion on the matter. We were able to persuade them to honor more than just your deeds.”
    I knew I was blushing. Hell, I didn’t want glory. I just wanted my family and friends to be safe.
    “And the young elf,” he said, gesturing over to where Skella stood laughing with Katie. “She has served as well, ferrying us back and forth each night for a month, letting us work when the sun was gone and the glory of the night embraced us.”
    “She’s a good kid,” I said. “She’s done all right by us.”
    We turned to watch the crowd. I leaned back against the deck and he did the same, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “This is something my people can be proud of,” he said, quietly. “There is much they have to atone for.”
    “So say we all.”
    Rolph made his way back into the crowd, accepting a huge mug of beer from Stuart. I made my way over through the crowd and took Katie’s hand. She leaned against me and we studied the statue up close. I recognized the faces carved into that black stone. Each person who fought, whether or not they survived, was included in the long wall. The statue stood at least seven feet tall and ran twenty feet or more across the field. It wasn’t a straight line, more of a wave. The lights shadowed