Going Under, the first book in the Something in the Water series, arrives Tuesday, September 5!

 

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Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Epilogue [Bad Spirits]

Marina stood knee-deep in the snow, watching Ilya’s ghost brush the snow from his corpse. She watched the look of shock come over the apparition’s face. She’d hoped that, with Timmo gone, she’d been done dealing with monsters and spirits.

But Ilya had apparently followed them home. It had taken weeks for her to realize that the strange force knocking things over, occasionally blocking her doorway or even trapping her places, was actually a thing. It had taken her longer to see Ilya’s face, and longer still to hear the spirit speak – a whisper that she could only hear because she was listening for it.

Chapter VII [Bad Spirits]

Chapter VII [Bad Spirits]

The tundra was empty, the wicked wind sweeping across it, shrieking in their ears. None of them spoke as they floundered through the snow drifts, heading toward the western edge of the world. The sun went before them, teasing them, dipping down beneath the horizon and engulfing the world in unending darkness. The wind howled through that lonely space, the only thing that told them they existed still.

“How far to Rus?” Ville asked at last, his voice trembling with the cold.

“From here?” Freja’s voice lilted. “I have no idea.”

Chapter VI [Bad Spirits]

Chapter VI [Bad Spirits]

“I see you remember now,” Timmo said very calmly.

Ilya looked around – left, right, up, down – anywhere and everywhere but Timmo’s placid face. “You,” he said slowly, but his brain was muddled and murky; he had nothing more than that.

He rolled over and stared up at Timmo. “That …”

His gaze dropped to the still-bleeding wound, a gunshot wound.

Chapter V [Bad Spirits]

Chapter V [Bad Spirits]

It had been difficult to get a message off, much more difficult than Ilya had anticipated. He’d been hoping that, after three months in Norcross, he’d be given much more freedom than he had been. He couldn’t guarantee his mail wasn’t being read before it left Norcross. There were no phones, no telegrams, no wires. He’d been reduced to sending smoke signals, but he couldn’t do that within the city limits, and it was impossible for him to get outside the city walls without someone—usually Timmo—trailing him. Everywhere he went, so went one of the Nords. It was more than clear to him that they didn’t trust him, not even after three long months in their midst. It was starting to drive him mad, and not even because of how it was interfering with his mission.

Chapter IV [Bad Spirits]

Chapter IV [Bad Spirits]

“Agent Valor.”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the man as he darted down the marble steps that led into the Ministry building. She flipped down her sunglasses, as if to acknowledge that she was speaking to a superior. “Sir?”

“We’ve had a very interesting report.” The wind whipped his tie up, whisking it to the side. It fluttered in the breeze, like some kind of pennant. The tails of his jacket flowed out behind him.

“About?”

A slow smirk spread across his face; she was aware of every single wrinkle, every freckle on his pale skin.

Chapter III [Bad Spirits]

Chapter III [Bad Spirits]

The palace was brightly lit, even at the late hour. Hundreds of lanterns burned softly in the darkness, eating away at it. Their soft glow made the white marble walls of the palace seem even more evanescent. The walls themselves seemed almost luminescent. It was bright, it was white, and somehow, it seemed so pure. It almost burned at Ilya’s eyes.

The blond man grabbed him forcibly by the arm, dragged him past a brightly-uniformed guard, flashing some sort of sign to the man as he went by. Ilya wanted to watch, but he couldn’t; the light hurt his eyes.

Chapter II [Bad Spirits]

Chapter II [Bad Spirits]

He was met at the station by two men in black suits and dark glasses. They looked prim and proper, and neither of them said anything. One of them put his hand on Ilya’s back, steering him toward a black car parked by the culvert, just a few feet away from the station. Tiny twin flags fluttered in wind, anchored to the car near the front ferring.
He sat on the cool leather and stared at the driver for a moment, before he was jostled from side to side by either of the suits sliding into the car. He was, for all intents and purposes, trapped in the vehicle with them.
Chapter I [Bad Spirits]

Chapter I [Bad Spirits]

 The rain poured down, punishing the earth. Raindrops rattled off the tin roof of the makeshift shack with regularity, some maddening rhythm, and he stared up at the ceiling. He could feel the muscles in his eyes straining with uncontrolled rage. He wasn’t sure what he could do, however; there was no one to stab and the rain would only stop when the storm had passed. With a sigh, he hauled himself out of bed.

Prologue [Bad Spirits]

Prologue [Bad Spirits]

There are footprints in the deep snow, shattering the pristine illusion of an unspoiled world locked under layers of ice and frost. There are no trees; the wind blows wickedly across the empty plains, sweeping snow off the ground, whisking it high into the air. The howl is lonely, a kind of painful, disembodied shriek that hollows out your bones and reverberates through your whole body until you’re just as empty as the wind itself.
Marina has been silent the entire trip, her lips set in a bloodless line across her pale face. Her skin is a shade of gray best seen on corpses. She matches the sky as it billows above them, all clouds and empty threats. It’s too cold to snow today. She clutches her jacket closer about her; the leather of her gloves is stiff with the frigidity of this wasteland. The wind whips her hair about. The fur that lines her hood seems almost to have a life of its own, wavering to and fro in the gale.