Everlife Trilogy Complete Collection: Firstlife ; Lifeblood ; Everlife

by Gena Showalter

  “More spirits than I’ve ever encountered before. When the birds arrived, everyone took off in different directions. Some vanished through invisible doorways, some got grabbed by birds, some by gorillas. A few escaped, but I don’t know where they ended up.”

  Gorillas? Invisible doorways? “Why did I no’ appear in the same location as the rest of you? And how did you find me?”

  She turns a corner and yelps as a branch slaps her in the neck. I snake my arms around her waist and spin her, taking the next lash against my back. Ouch. The bark bites into the wounds caused by the birds, and I grunt. Stars wink over my vision all over again.

  Ten pauses, her gentle hands framing my face. Just for a moment. Gone far too swiftly. But in that stolen moment, I’m no longer in hell but heaven. She’s all I see, all I know. Her blue hair lifts in the breeze, and her mismatched eyes regard me with an emotion I cannot name or feel. The bond… I frown. Like the Grid, it’s gone, and a great sense of loss overwhelms me.

  “Be careful, baby. Distraction kills.” She leaps back into action, the moment broken. I remain close to her heels.

  Baby. “I get why you hate the endearment. But shouldna you hate lass, too? It’s just as common.”

  “Not for you. You hate your accent and fight it, but I make it slip out unbidden. Face it. You have no defense against me. What’s not to love about that?”

  Darling girl.

  “And to answer your previous questions, I don’t know why you ended up elsewhere. To find you, I followed the echo of your voice.”

  “Do you feel our connection, then?”

  “Faintly,” she admits. “I’m aware of the Grid, and our bond, but I can’t quite get a lock on either one.”

  With a world-rocking roar, a gigantic ape leaps into our path. In unison, Ten and I skid to a stop. The ape swipes at Ten with a beefy arm, but I’m faster, leaping to the safety zone and taking her with me. When he swipes air, he issues another roar.

  He’s as wide as the trees, with a barrel chest. His arms and legs are the size of battering rams, and his teeth the size of sabers. But the worst thing about him? He has friends.

  Six gorillas step from the foliage, revealing we’re trapped in a tight-knit circle.

  “Zero!” Ten gasps. “I led us straight into a trap.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  * * *

  “Do not be led by opportunity. Be led by peace.”

  —Troika

  Ten

  I knew it before, and I know it now with far more certainty. The creatures of Many Ends have one goal: Destroy everyone.

  The birds hope to carry us to their mountain, where they will feast on our organs, again and again. The screams…even now they assault my ears. The gorillas want to beat us into submission and, yep, feast on our organs.

  The information came courtesy of Kayla and Reed during my last visit.

  I’ve fought these gorillas before, but only one at a time. I’ve run from a big group of them, and if not for the lake—a lake that is nowhere near here, at least that I can see—they would have caught me. They can’t swim. Or won’t. In Many Ends, the lake is as dangerous as everything else.

  “You see monsters every day. But you’ve never seen a monster like me.” There’s just enough contempt in Killian’s voice to prove he means what he says. “I suggest you walk away. I’m out of mercy, only have wrath to offer.”

  He moves in front of me to act as my shield, and I’m grateful, I am, but there’s no way to protect all of me at once. We’re surrounded.

  “When they attack, and they will, go for the throat, the only vulnerable part of their bodies,” I tell him.

  At least we aren’t dealing with the monkey-spiders. (No relation to spider monkeys in the Land of the Harvest.) The creatures here have the bottom half of a toddler-size spider, with eight hairy legs tipped by ivory hooks, and the top half of a monkey with two heads. A nightmare and freak show rolled into one.

  I could win the idiot of the year award, right? I mean, I wanted to return to this land and actively fought to get here.

  One amazing development? The shadows no longer rule my mind. There isn’t even a glimmer of darkness. As soon as I “woke up” in Many Ends, I opened doors inside the Grid, letting Light spill out, sending whatever shadows that remained fleeing. But it was then, that very moment, that my connection to the Grid and my bond to Killian faded.

  Focus. I’m already cut and bruised from my trek to Killian, not to mention the fight I had with the spirits of soldiers who died seconds before and after me. Something I opted not to tell Killian. I’d rather he not get angry with the men and women, boys and girls we’re here to save.

  Save… The word rolls through my mind, reminding me of my aunt’s newest rhyme.

  Find the doorway, save the day. If the hills have eyes, everyone dies. To win the fight, you’ll need Light.

  The doorways. Okay, then. They are invisible…mostly. Glittering pockets of air lead to entirely new locations within Many Ends. If we go through one now, we’ll be transported away from our new opponents. And we have to get away from the gorillas. We have to reach the Tree of Life. There’s only one in the entire realm, and it produces…something.

  Something akin to manna, maybe. Definitely not ambrosia, despite Many End’s connection to Myriad. Whatever it is—I’m just gonna go with manna—the creatures here avoid it. Its leaves have the power to heal and strengthen us, and even protect us from the harsh realities of the landscape.

  In Many Ends, there is sunshine and there is darkness, but both are warped. The sunshine is too hot, scorching everyone and everything in its path, and the darkness is too thick. In the cool shade, we can take time to heal, regroup and figure out our next move.

  Zero! There’s no time to look for one of the doorways.

  With a war cry, the gorillas converge on us, swinging their mighty fists.

  Killian—

  Dang him! He trips me, at the same time spinning me out of the way. As I crash into the ground, he meets round one with my branch, but the wood swiftly snaps in half.

  I want to slap myself. I selected the branch because it was light enough to carry while we were on the move, but also because few insects were crawling along the surface. In Many Ends, the insects inject toxins meant to slow a spirit down for a second or two.

  A single second can win or lose a battle.

  Killian is fast, and he is methodical. He ducks when necessary and punches when the opportunity arises. So do I. I pop up, nail a gorilla in the throat, and dive back down.

  At this rate, we’re going to lose.

  “Run, lass.” Killian spins before shoving me to the ground, his body enveloping me. “Please.” Pop, pop. He hisses, and I cringe. POP. The sound of his bones breaking.

  Without our bond, his injuries are his own. That can be worked to our favor. But—

  The realization hits me as hard as the gorillas are hitting Killian. He said please. Over this. To him, pleading for anything is begging for something.

  Melting…

  Focus! Right. But come on! As if I’ll ever leave him behind simply to save my own hide.

  Determined, I crawl between a gorilla’s legs, escaping the circle of doom. Wasting no time, I jump on the back of the gorilla, jam my thumbs into his eye sockets and pop out both of his eyes. Cruel. Necessary.

  He roars and raises his arms to beat at me. I hop down and swipe up the two pieces of the broken branch. Standing, I swing at another gorilla. Whack, whack. One slap of a branch after another. Impact jars me, not him, and I stumble back.

  Slowly he turns to face me and give me a death glare. Without hesitation, I strike, jabbing the end of one branch into his throat. When he hunches over, desperate for air, I knock him in the side of the head with the other branch. He careens, toppling into the beast next to him. As that one turns, I ja
b him in the throat, too, with enough force to crush his windpipe.

  Killian is forgotten, every gorilla concentrating on me. And why not? Killian is no threat, his face cut and bleeding, his body motionless as it sprawls on the ground, his hand sticking out between their legs—reaching for me?

  Please, please, please be only unconscious, because I’m not sure where your spirit will reform.

  “Cowards,” I spit. “Takes six of you to kill two spirits, does it? You’re that weak?”

  Understanding darkens their eyes. So. Like the animals in Troika, communication is a skill.

  Talents for their resumes: Comprehends English, eats people.

  A twitch of Killian’s fingers. He’s waking up! Okay, okay. Time to get this show on the road. Killian needs to escape the circle, so, I need to keep attention away from him.

  I twirl the branches and smile. “Well. Come on, cowards. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Roars. Three of the beasts dive at me. At the last second, I duck. They soar overhead, knocking into fellow soldiers. As those soldiers protest, Killian yanks at the ankles of the creature who remained behind to beat him, then pops to his feet. Lifeblood soaks his face. His gaze is narrowed, his irises fierce and glittering. Despite a wealth of injuries, he’s never looked more beautiful.

  In a single, fluid move, he takes a gorilla by the neck and twists, breaking the spine. Despite his own broken bones, he kicks out his leg, punting another gorilla to the side.

  I give the stumbling gorilla an extra whack, and a path opens up. Killian limps my way, grabs my wrist and pulls me forward.

  “We need to find a doorway, fast,” I pant, searching for one of those glittering air pockets…searching…

  As a chorus of roars sounds behind us, I spot what we need and tug Killian in the right direction. Unsure where we’ll end up, we soar through a doorway—

  Between one blink and the next, I’m with Killian and then I’m alone, right back where I started. Zero!

  I’m certain he ended up in the spot where I first found him. If I go back for him—when I go back—we’ll encounter the same problems as before. I must be better armed. Problem is, there’s a lack of viable weapons.

  In Many Ends, every inch, tree and creature is designed to hinder the spirits trapped within. There are thousands of discarded branches, each with sharp ends, but poisonous bugs crawl all over the best ones. There are trees with grooves all over their trunks, offering the perfect footholds, but poisonous sludge drips from each one. And let’s not forget the fact that the leaves are like the Venus Flytrap, with razor-sharp teeth.

  The air is dry, hotter than hot, my sweat doing little to cool me. Screams of anguish continue to fill the air, soon joined by wails of agony and moans of pain. A snakes slithers past me, then pauses to stick out its tongue and taste the air. Its forked tongue. At the same time, ember-bugs buzz around me; every time they touch me, I blister.

  In the distance, a crack of thunder sounds, and I cringe. Zero! A rain shower will cool the air and drive away the insects and monsters—but every drop will burn like acid.

  I need to—

  Whoosh! Something hard slams into the back of my head, and the pain is excruciating. I stumble forward, barely managing to prevent a dirt kiss. Footsteps—thump, thump, thump.

  Despite a bout of dizziness, I spin, and kick out my leg. Contact. My attacker grunts. He’s a man—a spirit—not a gorilla. Probably one of the soldiers who died in battle today.

  I swing my branch, forcing him to jump back. “Stop this,” I pant. “To survive this realm, we’ve got to work together.”

  “I know who you are, and I’ll never work with—”

  A bird swoops from the sky, sinks its claws into the man’s shoulders and hefts him into the air. Happens in less than a blink of time. I don’t understand. Why was he grabbed but not me?

  Oops. Spoke too soon. Sharp claws cut into my shoulders. A second bird. Should have known. I grunt, every muscle in my body clenching and unclenching as I’m lifted into the air. The branch falls from my grip and thuds to the ground.

  As soon as we clear the tops of the trees, I scan the forest…there! My gaze is drawn to Killian, as if he’s a magnet. He’s perched at the top of a tree, insects crawling all over him, biting him, shredding his skin as he searches below. For me.

  I won’t be separated from him again. “Killian!”

  Gritting my teeth against the coming onslaught of pain, I reach up to latch on to my captor’s wing. His head whips around, allowing his spiked beak to scrape my hand all the way to bone. Through sheer grit and determination, I maintain my hold. He needs his wing, but because of me, he can’t move it. Together, we fall. Limbs slap at my body, and leaves bite my face. By the time we land, I’m a mass of injuries, precious Lifeblood hemorrhaging from me.

  This isn’t a new development. Every time I’ve been here, I’ve bled.

  But I take heart. Where there is blood, there is life. A spirit never dies. The very reason Reed and Kayla were able to leave this realm and join Troika.

  There’s hope for escape, and that hope gives me the strength I need to stand. My knees wobble, but I remain upright. The bird remains on the ground, unmoving.

  I killed him?

  “Ten.” Killian bursts through a wall of foliage and yanks me into his arms. “Lass, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I let you get away from me. Let’s just burn this realm tae the ground and call it good, yeah.”

  He’s more concerned with my pain than his own?

  Focus! Lina helped me before; she’ll help me now.

  Did I tell you I died in the Land of the Harvest? I’m sorry I killed Killian.

  I cried. You cried. I cried some more. My husband made it up to you.

  Light was the answer. Light was always the answer.

  She killed me, which in turn killed Killian. We’re in Many Ends, and we’re going to save the damned. We’re going to save our mothers and friends.

  Lina’s husband, whoever he is, will make it up to us.

  If he makes it up to us, we survive this. We survive this. I throw my arms around Killian and kiss his lips, because I need to kiss him, and taste him, and connect with him, if only for a second. He kisses me back, a glorious meeting of lips and tongue, even teeth. A communion of souls.

  Love spills through me. Love, Light. In the back of my mind, the Grid becomes more noticeable. As if finally hooked to a battery. A weak battery, but a battery all the same. Strength plumps my muscles. Joy eases the burden I hadn’t known weighed down my shoulders.

  Joy is as much a source of strength as love. It will hold steady when our circumstances roughen.

  We’re in Many Ends; our circumstances are definitely going to roughen.

  Though I want to linger, I force my head to lift. Distraction kills; I must never forget. After all, Many Ends remains true to its name. The end of life as we know it. The end of safety and security.

  “Where are you gettin’ Light, lass?”

  He felt it? His Grid must have sputtered to life, as well. “Love. My love for you, to be specific.”

  He beams at me, experiencing his own surge of joy, and my love—Light—only magnifies.

  “Now come on,” I say. “Let’s find that tree.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  * * *

  “When opportunity knocks, always opens the door.”

  —Myriad

  Ten

  Using Lifeblood—gotta use whatever is available—we mark tree trunks, to help us remember where we’ve been, and trek the woods. Avoiding gorillas, skeleton birds, monkey-spiders and ember-bugs requires cunning. We cover our bodies in sulfur-scented mud to better blend in with the landscape and also protect our skin from the too-harsh sun.

  As we maneuver through trees, we’re ignored, as hoped. And yet, I feel as if we’re being watched. By anot
her spirit? One of the many creatures? No, I don’t think so, because my instincts aren’t even close to razed or gearing for another battle.

  I search and scan and examine every shadow thoroughly, but I find no sign of a tail.

  Finally, blessedly, we reach the Tree of Life. And none too soon. The strength I acquired has already drained. Exhaustion has settled into my bones. I feel as if I’ve been in a car accident: battered and barely able to stand.

  A quick exploration reveals we’re the only two people in the area. What happened to everyone else?

  Right on cue, a new chorus of screams assaults my ears, as if to say: What do you think happened, dummy?

  All right, then. More people to save.

  “I’ve never seen anythin’ like this,” Killian says, the words saturated with awe.

  “I know.” I’ve been here before, yes, but the beauty still takes my breath away.

  With a trunk the size of a football field, and branches longer and wider than a freight train, the tree drips with colorful leaves. A thousand different shades of pink, purple and blue.

  I pick a handful of those leaves, and thank the Firstking that none of the leaves have fangs. “Eat,” I say, after handing half of my bounty to Killian.

  I eat the other half, the taste sweet and the temperature cool. Absolute perfection. My wounds begin to heal, as expected, torn flesh weaving back together, fractured bones reforming.

  My last trip here, the process amazed me. It amazes me still. The power! These leaves might as well be dipped in adrenaline and sprinkled with opiates. And they prove that even in the worst of times and the worst of places, we can have hope. Whatever the trouble that is plaguing us, there is always a way out.

  Here, the scents of poison and sulfur are chased away by a fragrance perfumers would kill to bottle. Sweet, floral yet woodsy, earthy and clean, everything wonderful with no hint of taint. It’s like all the best odors in the realms have been spliced together to create a delicious harmony of perfection.