speed.
Alone in his cherished Night, Quinn Dexter waited for the coming of the Light Brother.
Horst Elwes saw the red demon light wink out. The ungodly lightning blazed in its place, arcing through the air, stray ribbons raking around the clearing. Things seemed to be swimming down the incandescent strands, slender, turbid shadows, like the negative image of a shooting star. Leaves and vine creepers flapped and shook as air rushed by.
The Ivets were screaming, flailing about in panic. Horst saw Irley being struck by a wild quivering lightning bolt; the lad was flung two metres through the air to land stunned and twitching.
Quinn stood fast at the centre of the storm, his body shaking, yet always remaining upright. An incredulous smile on his face.
The lightning cut off.
He turned slowly, uncertainly, as though he was unacquainted with his own body, testing his musculature. Horst realized he could see him perfectly even though it was now pitch black. The other Ivets were near-invisible shadows. Quinn’s beatific gaze swept round them all.
“You as well,” he said gently.
Lightning streamed out of him, slender bucking threads that flashed unerringly at his five companions. Screams laced the air.
“Our Father, Who art in Heaven—” Horst said. He was waiting for the lightning to seek him out. “Hallowed be Thy name—” The Ivets’ cries were fading. “Forgive us our trespass—”
The terrible surging light vanished. Silence descended.
Horst peeked round the tree. All six Ivets were standing in the clearing. Each had their own nimbus of light.
Like angels, he thought, so handsome with their youthfully splendid bodies. What a cruel deceiver nature is.
As he watched they began to dim. Jackson Gael turned and looked straight at him. Horst’s heart froze.
“A priest,” Jackson laughed. “How wonderful. Well, we don’t require your services, padre. But we do need your body.” He took a step forwards.
“Up there,” Ann cried. She pointed deeper into the jungle.
Camilla had arrived right at the end of the sacrifice ceremony, just in time to see the lightning writhe around the clearing. She used the chameleon suit’s takpads to climb up a big tree, and crouched in the fork of a bough, looking down on them.
I don’t know what the hell that lightning is,laton said. It can’t be electrical, they’d be dead.
Does it matter?she demanded. adrenalin was tingling inside her veins. Whatever is causing it isn’t working for us.
True. But look how they are staying visible. It’s like a holographic effect.
Where’s it coming from?
I have no idea. Somebody must be projecting it.
But the scouts haven’t seen anything.
Ann called out and pointed. The other Ivets swiveled round.
Camilla knew what fear was for the first time in her life. Shit, they can see me!she brought her maser rifle up.
Don’t!laton called.
The chameleon suit ignited. Bright white flame engulfed her completely. She felt her skin burning and screamed. The plastic fabric melted rapidly, flaming droplets raining down out of the tree. She squirmed about, beating at herself frantically with her arms. She fell from her perch, a tumbling fireball, flames streaming out behind her. By then she had no air left in her lungs to scream with. She hit the ground with a dull
The Ivets gathered round as the last flames sputtered and died. All that remained was a blackened outline of scorched earth scattered with glowing clinker-like ashes. They crackled sharply as they cooled.
“What a waste,” Jackson Gael said.
They turned as one to look for Horst Elwes. But he had fled long ago.
Ruth Hilton and the other remaining adult villagers were grouped around the community hall in a defensive ring. The children were all inside it. Nobody knew quite what to make of Jay’s story, but there was no disputing she had seen Quinn Dexter.
Torchlight sliced round the empty cabins and muddy paths. The wooden slat walls shone a pale grey in the beams. Those whose rifles were equipped with nightsights were scanning the surrounding jungle.
“Christ, how much longer before the hunting party gets back?” Skyba Molvi complained. “They’ve got enough fire-power to blow out an army of Ivets.”
“Won’t be long,” Ruth muttered tightly.
“I see him!” someone bellowed.
“What?” Ruth spun round, every nerve hotwired. Targeting lasers stabbed out, forming bright ruby and emerald zigzag patterns in the air. A magnetic rifle trilled. A patch of ground forty metres away bucked as the slugs hit, forming deep narrow craters, and surrounding vegetation caught light.
The firing stopped.
“Bugger; it’s a dog.”
The breath rushed out of Ruth. Her arms were trembling.
Children were shouting from the hall, demanding to know what was happening.
I should be in there with Jay, Ruth thought. Fine mother I am, letting her wander off into the jungle while I’m busy moping. And what the hell did happen out there anyway?
Horst came ploughing out of the jungle, arms spinning madly for balance. His clothes were torn, face and hands scratched and grazed. He saw the beams of light sweeping out from the hall, and shouted at the top of his voice.
Ruth heard someone say: “It’s that idiot priest.”
“Drunk again.”
“That bastard could have saved Carter.”
Ruth wanted to shrink up into a little ball that no one could see. She was sure everybody could smell her own guilt.
“Demons,” Horst cried as he ran towards the hall. “They’ve unleashed demons. Lord save us. Flee! Flee!”
“He is drunk.”
“It should have been him, not Carter.”
Horst staggered to a halt in front of them, his body aching so badly from the exertion he could hardly stand. He saw the disgust and contempt in their faces, and wanted to weep. “For pity’s sake. I promise you. Quinn is out there, he killed Powel Manani. Something happened, something came.”
There were angry murmurs from the crowd. One of them spat in Horst’s direction.
Ruth noticed her torch was dimming. She slapped it.
“Why didn’t you help Powel, priest?” someone asked.
“Ruth?” Horst begged. “Please, tell them how evil Quinn is.”
“We know.”
“Shut up, priest. We don’t need a worthless piss-artist telling us about the Ivets. If Quinn shows his face here, he’s dead.”
Ruth’s torch went out.
Alarmed gasps went up from the others as all the torches began to flicker and fade.
“Demons are coming!” Horst yelled.
Fierce orange flames shot out of one of the cabins fifty metres away from the hall; they licked along its base then raced up the stanchions to the roof. Within thirty seconds the whole structure was ablaze. The twisting
