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worlds. She told him how the plan had gone wrong, creating an inter-world gap instead. In time, the gap became the Parallel, and the descendents of Mitchell and Astredo’s covens found themselves drawn back to it, and able to use it for their own ends. They alone could travel into the Parallel, and between the worlds.
    “People like you and me, Cameron,” Gran had calmly revealed, changing his life forever.
    He’d hardly dared believe her, but with typical ruthless efficiency she had soon found a way to catapult him in.It wasn’t long before he was world-shifting: slipping from the Human world to the Parallel and back again, swift as a thought. All he had to do was concentrate on a certain tune – hear it in his mind – and reality about him would change.
    Everyone with the Inheritance had their own way of finding and accessing the Parallel: it came from inside, from who they were. His gran had heard music too, although her tune had been as complicated and twisted as she was. Cameron’s song was direct: it strummed and surged its way forward, like a joyous riff on a guitar.
    Basically, it
rocked
.
    And now he was going to share the Parallel with Eve. He knew she had gone through a lot with Mrs Ferguson – things she wouldn’t talk about even now – but in an odd way, the evil old Weaver had protected her as well. None of the daemons that came seeking favours from her mistress would ever have dared harm Eve, for fear of reprisal. Out on the Parallel now, though, all bets would be off…
    Cameron hoped she was ready.
     
    “This used to be a railway. They shut it down, the weeds grew over the tracks and it went wild. Got turned into cycle paths eventually.” Cameron looked up from his map. “I
think
this is the right junction.”
    “Foxes and badgers running along lines instead of trains… imagine that.” Eve seemed wistful for a second, then she shuffled her feet on the frosty ground.
    They were in a raised-up area by a red sandstone wall. A line of benches was arranged around a dilapidated stone block salvaged from a fountain. An inscriptionround its base read:
    WATER IS NOT FOR MAN ALONE.
    Below them, the cycle path ran in a straight line between high banks covered in grass and trees. Cradled in an enclosure of vegetation, they were just a short distance from the bustle of the city, but it felt like they were miles away.
    “So why here for a God of Entrances and Exits?”
    “Morgan said Janus was a God of Journeys too, so I guess an old railway line fits. There’s always some kind of link between the Human World and the Parallel.”
    “Doors
and
journeys. Of course,” Eve said tartly. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
    “You start a journey by going through a door, so it’s not totally mad.”
    Eve pulled a face. “Anything else? God of Jam, perhaps? God of Thursdays? Or would that be too obvious?”
    “He’s a God of January.”
    “Well, that at least figures.” Eve banged her hands together against the cold. “Whoever he is, I hope he can fix the wards so we can get through a night without unexpected daemons popping in…”
    “Worried about missing your beauty sleep?”
    “Hardly. I think that’s more your concern.” Eve arched an eyebrow. “Your need is greater.”
    “You wound me,” said Cameron, patting his chest. “Wards first, so we’ve got a secure base to work from, yeah? Then we can see about tackling Grey and keeping hold of the shop… Any chance you might share yourcunning plan for the Court?
    “I’m a Girl of Mystery. I shall choose the right moment. Which is not yet.”
    He stole a glance at her. Even after a year, her ‘new’ appearance sometimes surprised him: a tall, slender woman with long black hair, not exactly pretty, but with a strong, animated face. She looked like she was in her late teens or maybe early twenties, even though he knew the spiky personality inside was a good deal younger. When she had first come to stay at Observatory Row she’d had almost