The Enchanter Heir

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Author: Cinda Williams Chima
flicker of movement or a thickening of the air, like one of those transparent jellyfish in the ocean that you never notice . . . until you get stung. Shadeslayers wore Nightshade amulets to make unhosted shades easier to see.
    Though they weren’t substantial enough to physically attack anyone, unhosted shades might startle someone into falling, or jumping out into traffic. Every shade’s goal was to acquire a host—to possess a fresh cadaver to walk around in. To experience the world in. To kill the next host in, since fresh cadavers never stayed fresh very long. So even hosted shades were always hunting new hosts.
    Up ahead, a bridge arched over the canal. Jonah put on speed, threading his way between late-night joggers and bicyclists. He sprinted up the stairs to street level and crossed to the center of the bridge. Ripping off his gloves, he drew Fragarach. As the stricken boat passed beneath him, he leaped onto its roof, flopping down on his stomach so he wouldn’t be raked off by the low bridge.
    When they were clear of the bridge, Jonah vaulted down to the deck. Some of the shades had been scraped off by the narrow channel, but others were still attempting to clamber aboard. He ran the perimeter of the boat, swinging Fragarach, scything through corpsy arms, allowing the bodies to drop into the river. There was no time to finish the free shades now. He had to get below.
    He threw himself down the stairs. The main cabin looked like a fancy party turned into a drunken brawl. Tables were overturned and broken glass and bodies lay scattered over the floor. Charlie and Thérèse had herded the dozen or so survivors into a corner, forming a bristling wall of blades between the shades and the civilians.
    Jonah launched his attack from the rear, cutting four cadavers in half before they knew he was there. Free shades escaped their hosts, fleeing in all directions as their hosted comrades turned on Jonah.
    We can’t finish them when they come in numbers, he thought. Clever. Who thought of that?
    After that, it was a matter of slash and dismember. The shades wielded a mixture of weapons—everything from swords to iron bars. Some may have been crude, but they were still deadly if they connected. Jonah was everywhere, cutting down bodies until there wasn’t enough left to come back at him.
    Suddenly, as if they’d heard a signal, the shades abandoned the attack and swarmed back up the stairs. Jonah walked among the bodies, looking for survivors, while the other two slayers kept the civilians penned up and out of the way. One of the downed civilians—an elderly lady in a Tower Sof London sweatshirt—was moving, struggling to sit up. Jonah crossed to her and knelt beside her. “Are you all right?” he asked.
    She looked up, and that’s when he smelled the free magic and noticed that the back of her head was entirely gone. Right before she tried to take his head off with a knife. He gripped both her hands to keep her from having another go. There ensued a deadly wrestling match. Hosted shades were uncannily strong, and not even Jonah Kinlock could kill a cadaver. He couldn’t get at the shade as long as it was hosted.
    Happily, Thérèse rode in on her white horse and sliced the shade in two, the tip of her blade slicing through Jonah’s sweatshirt. The free shade emerged from the corpse, trying to escape, but Jonah pinned it to the floor. It shrank, dwindling under his bare hands until it disappeared.
    “Thanks, Thérèse,” Jonah said, looking up at her.
    “I didn’t know you were in London, Jonah,” Thérèse said shyly, wiping blood from her face.
    That brought it all crashing in on him again—Jeanette and the rest.
    You need to grow a thicker skin, Jonah. That’s what Gabriel always said.
    Jonah shoved to his feet. “Charlie said somebody was down?”
    Thérèse pointed to a crumpled body against the wall. “Summer.”
    Jonah hurried over, but he could see already that he was too late. “She’s gone,”
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