rules, changed centuries of tradition. Gave people ideas. Wasn’t long before someone discovered where dark magic was most plentiful: in death. All you had to do was find a way to tap into it, and just like sucking magic out of the ground, dark magic was at your fingertips.
“Frank Gordon gave it a go, and tried to reanimate your dad’s corpse to open the gates between life and death.”
“Why?” I asked. “Don’t we have enough trouble dealing with light magic?”
“I think it’s all about control, who has the most magic at their disposal, and who can keep it that way.
“But legends say that a man who can walk between life and death will be immortal. Maybe that’s what Frank was trying with your dad. Maybe that’s what someone is trying with Greyson, seeing as how he isn’t quite living as a man. Frank’s dead, so we can’t ask him. But now we have Greyson, so maybe we can find out who’s been dipping their fingers in the naughty sauce, and take care of them before this blows into a war.”
Shamus shifted in his seat, crossing one ankle over his knee. He was quiet, letting me absorb it.
That was crazy. Impossible. Half-alive, half-dead magic users. Light magic, dark magic, life and death. Controlling all the magic, all the time. Was I the only one who thought that was a hideous idea? And immortality? Hadn’t that been what my half-alive, half-dead dad had told me he wanted?
Okay, even though it was crazy, it could also be true.
I rubbed at my eyes again, hoping this might be a dream and I might wake up and find out that my world was just a world again, that my city was filled with regular people going about regular lives with simple, regular magic that made their shoes look shiny.
“Holy shit, Shame. Are you joking?”
“Dead serious,” he said, and I knew he was. “Frank was on to something, thinking your da, out of all the powerful magic users of our time, might be able to pull it off-life and death, dark and light. Might have done it too, if you and Zayvion hadn’t stopped him. That was probably the one thing that got you the chance to be a part of the Authority, you and Z shutting Frank down. Well, that and Z saying you’re his Soul Complement.”
I didn’t even know what to say about that. About any of this. Okay. Regroup. Back to the problem at hand.
“What happened to Stone?” I asked.
“Who?”
“The gargoyle.”
Shamus’ smile spread into a grin. He looked like a kid who’d just taken a dive into a pile of cotton candy. “Hell of a thing. Awesome. Just.” He twisted his wrists so both hands spread open, palms up, fingers wide. “Magic. Don’t ever get to see that kind of thing anymore. Animation is part of the old ways. Not all that useful, a parlor trick, not much taught. I thought the knack had been lost. How’d you do it?”
“He was already animated, I just, uh. . gave him a boost and set him free.” There was more to it than that. I had used magic on him, and I was pretty sure my magic had triggered something more inside him, like oxygen to a flame. But since I wasn’t sure how I had done it, I didn’t know what more to say. “He’s okay, right?”
“Absolutely. Well,” he amended, “we couldn’t have him rampaging through the house. Knows how to mess up a place. Plus he seemed pretty upset when Mum woke him. Think he was looking for you. She stuck a Grounding Stone on his head to keep him quiet while we figure out what to do with him.”
Great. Now I not only had to survive the test, I needed to make sure they’d set Stone free no matter if I passed the test or not. I did not want him to be trapped here just because he’d come to my rescue.
“You should set him free,” I said.
Shamus laughed. At my look, he sobered. “Sorry. Didn’t realize you were serious. I don’t think they’ll let him free. A gargoyle loose in the city? How are we going to keep that under wraps? Plus, he’s too. . interesting, you know?”
“Anyone ask him if he wants to stay here?”
“You do know it’s not really alive,” he said.
“Yes. He’s not really dead either,” I said.
“A lot of that going around lately. That’s part of what makes him so interesting.” He pointed at my head. “Heard you saw Jingo Jingo. Let him look in your attic?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
“Of Jingo Jingo?”
Shamus nodded, his fingers now folded together, index fingers steepled against his lips.
“I don’t trust him and I don’t like him.”
His eyes squinted in a smile. “He think your da’s in there?”
“No.”
“You believe him?”
“No.”
We sat there, neither of us breaking eye contact. I don’t know what Shamus had expected of me. For all I knew he was Jingo Jingo’s ears, a student and spy.
But I didn’t give a flying fig what he told Jingo Jingo. There was no way I could feel good about a person who wore the ghosts of children like a winter coat.
“What’s with all the children’s ghosts around him anyway?” I asked.
Shame blinked. “What?”
“When he uses magic, if you look at him with Sight. You know, those little ghost people attached to him?”
“How hard did you hit your head?” he asked.
“You can’t tell me you don’t see them.”
“I don’t see them.”
“But Zayvion? When he uses magic? Don’t you see the silver glyphs, the black flame. .?” From the look on his face, the answer was obvious.
“I know Hounds use all sorts of things to deal with pain,” he said, “and I’m not going to ask you what you’re using. But you might want to back off it a wee bit.”
“Never mind,” I groused. My tolerance for weirdness had come to an end.
“Is Jingo Jingo going to be a part of my test?”
“He’ll be there. A lot of people will be. Maintaining the Wards. While you’re pushed to your limit to see where you crack.”
“Nice.”
“Think you’re ready?”
“I’m always ready.”
He shook his head. “You are so full of shit.” He pulled his hands away from his mouth. “Zayvion will be there too, you know.”
Something about the way he said it, or maybe his carefully neutral body language, set off my warning alarms.
“Going to talk to me about that?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Just thought I’d mention it.”
There was more to it, but it was clear Shamus wasn’t going to, or maybe wasn’t allowed to tell me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Sure. You should get some sleep.”
“Wait. Could I use your phone?”
“If you tell me who you’re calling.”
“Why? Afraid I’ll call the cops?”
“Like I’d care about that. Just curious.”
“I’m going to ask Nola how Davy is doing. And tell her I won’t be home tonight.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Can’t believe you’re worrying about him with what you have going on in a couple hours.”
“He’s one of my Hounds. That means I look after him no matter what I’m dealing with. Besides, if I screw up and don’t pass the test, I might not even remember him, right?”
