by Jayne Castle
“Devin Reed stopped in to see me today,” she said. She set the salad and the bread on the picnic table. “I assume that was your doing?”
“I may have given him a push in that direction. I figured out he was the most likely suspect.” Slade eased the fish onto a platter. “Devin just turned thirteen. He is obviously coming into a talent of some kind. He’s attracted to the energy in the shop. But I’m sure he didn’t steal anything.”
“I gave him one of the antiques.”
“Yeah?”
“An old Damian Cavalon compass.”
“An original?”
“Yes.”
Slade whistled. “Nice gift. Was he thrilled?”
“He seemed pleased. I did a little tuning work on the compass. It suits him now.”
“The way that pocketknife you gave me suits me?”
She shrugged. “It’s what I do. Speaking of young Devin, I’ve noticed that he hangs around you every chance he gets. Looks like he even managed to find a pair of sunglasses that looks exactly like yours.”
“I talked to him today about what’s happening to him.”
“The development of his talent?”
“Right.” Slade sat down on the opposite side of the table. “He doesn’t have any idea of what’s going on and he’s afraid to talk to his grandmother for fear she’ll think he’s got mental health issues.”
“It’s a reasonable concern. He wouldn’t be the first kid to get sent to a shrink after coming into a nonstandard, non-amber-related talent. What kind of ability do you think he has?”
“Not sure,” Slade said. “It’s still unfocused.”
“He lost his mother a few months ago. That kind of trauma can delay or even totally screw up developing senses.”
“He’s a good kid but he’s caught some bad breaks.”
“I understand that there’s no father in the picture.”
“No,” Slade said. “The kid’s got his grandmother but that’s it.”
“Myrna isn’t going to have an easy time of it. It’s hard enough to raise a teenage boy alone. Trying to deal with one who is showing some serious talent will be even more complicated.”
“Especially if the person doing the raising isn’t comfortable with the concept of nonstandard talent, herself,” Slade said.
“Who is, unless you happen to be Arcane? And even within the Society, very strong talents tend to make other sensitives nervous.”
“That’s the thing about power of any kind,” Slade said. “It can be scary. I told Devin that what was happening to him was normal but that most people wouldn’t think so. I advised him to keep quiet about his new senses until he’s older and until he’s figured out how to control them.”
“Good advice. Meanwhile, he needs guidance. No matter how you label it, what he did last night certainly fits the definition of illegal entry.”
“It won’t happen again.”
“A kid like Devin could go either way,” Charlotte said.
“I know.”
“Sounds like you speak from personal experience.”
“I do.”
Chapter 5
HE WALKED HER HOME SHORTLY BEFORE ELEVEN o’clock, using a flashlight to illuminate the unlit road that wound through the trees along the bluff. The flashlight was for Charlotte’s sake. In spite of the damage to his talent, his night vision was still good, especially when he was a little jacked, as he was now. He had tried to keep his senses tightly shuttered all evening but just being around Charlotte was enough to give him a slight buzz, enough to illuminate the world with a faint ultralight radiance. Enough to keep the sweet ache of semi-arousal going deep inside him.
But Charlotte would have been walking blind without the artificial light. Darkness on the island was absolute once you were away from the town’s small business district and marina. There were no streetlights. The cottages and cabins scattered along the cliffs and bluffs were set far apart and veiled by thick woods. The branches of the trees that crowded close to the edges of the pavement blocked out what light came from the stars and crescent moon.
Charlotte glanced at Rex who rode on Slade’s shoulder. “You two are lucky. You can both see in the dark. Must come in handy.”
“Night vision has its uses.” He wondered how much longer he would have the paranormal eyesight that allowed him to see in total darkness. He wouldn’t need it to know if Charlotte were nearby, though, he thought. No matter how psi-blind he became, something in him would always respond to her presence.
“When did Rex attach himself to you?” Charlotte asked.
“Shortly after I got out of—” He stopped abruptly. “After I finished my last job for the Office. I was living in an apartment in Crystal City. Heard a sound out on the balcony one night. I opened the slider and there was Rex. He just sat there for a while staring at me. He looked like he was waiting for something.”
“Food?”
“That’s what I figured. I gave him some leftover chicken. He ate it and then he left. The next morning he was back on the balcony with a nice little rock.”
“A rock?”
“A very green rock, psi green. I knew it had come from the underground rain forest.”
There was no mistaking the unique, acid-green glow that was the hallmark of so much of what the long-vanished aliens had constructed. Aboveground the ancient ruins of their dead cities glowed with green energy after dark. Down below, the endless labyrinth of catacombs they had built were lit with the strange green light day and night. The vast reaches of the bioengineered jungle buried deep in the Underworld were illuminated with an artificial green sun.
No one knew what had happened to the aliens who had first colonized Harmony. But human anthropologists and researchers had concluded that something in the environment of the planet had proved poisonous to them. The psi infused into the walls and buildings of their elegant, graceful cities and into the engineering marvel that was the Underworld had clearly been intended to be the antidote.
But in the end the forces of nature on Harmony had evidently proved too much for the aliens. No one knew if they had simply died out as a species or if they had called it quits and abandoned the planet. Whatever the case, they had vanished thousands of years before the human colonists from Earth had arrived on Harmony. The experts could not establish a firm date for the era of the alien colonists because the green quartz that they had used to construct virtually everything they had built or manufactured was indestructible. It showed no signs of weathering or erosion.
“So Rex brought you a rock from the rain forest to cement your relationship,” Charlotte said, amused. “What a clever, charming gift.”
“He’s been hanging around ever since,” Slade said. “Sometimes he takes off on his own for a while, usually at night. He started doing that here on Rainshadow on the night we arrived. I’ve gone with him a couple of times.”
She laughed. “Isn’t trespassing still illegal?”
“As illegal as it was fifteen years ago when you and I went in. But things have changed.”
“Like what?”
“For one thing, I’m the chief of police now. I can go anywhere I want on the island without having to worry about getting arrested for trespassing.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. You carry a badge. Must come in handy.”
“It does.” He paused, wondering how much to tell her. “But that’s not the only thing that has changed here.”
She must have picked up on the seriousness he had injected into the words because she turned her head quite sharply to look at him.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“According to Chief Halstead’s notes, the fence was strengthened about five years ago after two people managed to sneak into the Preserve and died on the grounds. The Foundation’s search-and-rescue team brought the bodies out. Then they sent an engineering crew to crank up the power of the fence. It’s definitely much stronger now, a lot harder to get through than it was the night I took you insid
e. But that’s not the only thing that has changed. The Preserve itself feels different, at least in parts.”
“Really? How?”
“It’s hard to explain. There are still a lot of pretty places, but in some sections the energy is darker and heavier.”
“I recall that it was very disorienting the night you took me in,” Charlotte said. “If you hadn’t been with me I would have been hopelessly lost within ten or twenty feet.”
“Back in those days the psi fence and the fear of getting lost was enough to keep out most folks. But now I’m pretty sure that only someone with a heck of a lot of talent and just as much determination could get through the barrier.”
“You said some of the places inside feel different?”
“I spent a lot of time inside the Preserve fifteen years ago. It was an irresistible attraction to a nineteen-year-old guy who had come into a strong talent.”
“I remember,” she said. She smiled, thinking about it. “I felt the lure, as well.”
“The two times I went in this past week I came across some features that were definitely not present fifteen years ago.”
“Such as?”
“Ponds and lakes that seem to simmer with dark energy. Canyons of intense night.”
“Canyons of night?” she repeated, fascinated.
“I don’t know what else to call them.”
“But the beautiful places are still there? That meadow that you showed me that night, for instance. It was like a fairyland. I’ve never forgotten it.”
“It’s still there,” he said. “Still as pretty as ever. But it feels hotter now.”
“Got any theories?”
“Not yet. But I’ve been doing some research online and I’m working on a theory. Ever heard of a paranexus?”
“Sure. According to the Arcane experts it’s a natural geologic hot zone of paranormal forces, a location where there is a confluence of several kinds of powerful natural energy currents. Similar to a vortex, I think. There are records of such places back on Earth and I’ve heard that they’ve found some here on Harmony down in the catacombs.”
“A nexus is more powerful and more complex than a vortex because there are more forces at work. In addition to the energy of the planet’s magnetic field, there are ocean currents and strong tides, as well as tectonic and geothermal forces involved in a true nexus. When they come together in certain ways in certain locations they produce a lot of ambient energy like the kind inside the Preserve.”
“You think it’s a nexus?”
“Yes.”
“How did you do your research on the Preserve?”
“I found some old navigational charts and ships’ logs and diaries from the First Century expeditions. They’re housed in the online collections of the University of Old Resonance. I also turned up a few accounts of the Amber Sea Islands left by smugglers and pirates. I haven’t had a chance to read all of them yet but I can see that a theme is emerging.”
“What kind of theme?”
“Some of the early navigators were convinced that Rainshadow was haunted by ghosts of the aliens.”
She laughed. “Okay, that’s an original notion but I think you can ignore that theory.”
“The first expedition that went into the part of the island that is now the Preserve disappeared. There were two rescue attempts made but in both cases the teams were forced to turn back. The bodies of the first group were never recovered. Later a couple of expeditions were able to get a short distance inside but none of them got far and most of the territory remains unmapped.”
“When did the Preserve go into private hands?”
“Good question. Shortly after the Era of Discord, a corporation called Amber Sea Trading Company claimed most of Rainshadow under the old Exploration Laws that were established to encourage private exploration and development.”
“When did the legal entity called the Rainshadow Preserve Foundation come into existence?”
“A few years after staking a claim to the island, Amber Sea Trading established the Foundation to govern the Preserve. It’s been under the control of the Foundation ever since. Halstead left a phone number to call in the event that anyone else gets lost inside the Preserve. The Foundation will send out a search-and-rescue team.”
“Why do you think you can go into the Preserve without getting lost?” Charlotte asked, very thoughtful now.
“Damned if I know. I have to assume it’s got something to do with my talent.” Or what’s left of it, he added silently.
“There must have been at least a few similar hunter-talents on some of the early expeditions.”
“Which may explain why some of the teams were able to get at least partway into the Preserve,” he said. “But evidently that kind of talent wasn’t sufficient to allow full exploration of the island.”
“Have you encountered anything inside that stops you?”
“Not yet. The night canyons are the most serious obstacle I’ve come across so far. And I sure as hell wouldn’t go swimming in any of the ponds or lakes now. But thus far I haven’t experienced the extreme disorientation that the survivors who have been pulled out by the Foundation’s search-and-rescue teams have reported. I’ve only gone in twice in the past week, though. I haven’t had a chance to do much looking around.”
“Planning on going in again anytime soon?”
He was amused. “You want to go in, don’t you?”
“I’ve never forgotten that first visit.” Her voice turned wistful. “I’ve even dreamed about it from time to time over the years.”
“I’ve had a few dreams about the Preserve, myself,” he admitted. “I’ll take you back inside.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’d like that.”
“But not tonight.”
There was a faint rustling in the undergrowth at the side of the road. Rex went very still on Slade’s shoulder. He sleeked out and his second set of eyes, the amber pair that he used for hunting, snapped open. He bounded down to the pavement and vanished into the woods.
“Ugh,” Charlotte said. “Nature in the raw.”
“What do you expect? Dust bunnies are omnivorous and they are predators.”
“That may be true, but as far as I’m concerned, there’s a reason why grocery stores were invented. Makes things ever so much tidier.” She glanced toward the night-shrouded woods where Rex had disappeared. “I take it he doesn’t have any trouble navigating the Preserve with you?”
“As far as I can tell Rex has no problem at all inside. But dust bunnies get around in the Underworld just fine, too. They seem to be well-adapted to heavy psi environments.”
He stopped. Charlotte stopped, too.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He aimed the beam of the flashlight at the graveled lane that intersected the road. “This is your driveway.”
She smiled. “Good thing you noticed. It’s so dark out here, I didn’t even see it. If I’d been on my own, I would have kept walking.”
They followed the narrow, rutted drive through the trees and into a clearing. With the canopy of overhanging branches gone, the starry night sky sparkled and glittered in all its glory.
Charlotte looked up. “It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
He watched her face, fascinated. He could have watched her all night long, he thought. In spite of the control he was exerting over his senses, he went a little hotter.
“Yes,” he said. “Incredible.”
“This was one of the things I have always loved about the island,” she said. She headed toward the front steps, fishing her key out of her purse. “Back in Frequency the city lights combined with the glow of the ruins make it impossible to see anything but the moon and the brightest stars. But here the night sky is always an amazing sight.”
He followed her up the steps, wishing he could think of a way to make the night last longer.
Charlotte’s cottage was set on a bluff overlooking a rocky cove and a handful of small, neighboring i
slands. Unlike his own spartan cabin, her place had a quaint, cozy look. Small and compact, it consisted of two floors, a gabled roof, and a wraparound porch. Baskets of flowers hung from the eaves of the wide, overhanging roof.
He studied the scene for a couple of seconds, trying to understand why Charlotte’s cottage looked so different from his own. It wasn’t just the flowers, he thought. There was something else about the place. Then it came to him. It looks like a home, he thought.
Charlotte was just about to unlock the door when the vast waves of eerie green light flooded across the heavens. The night lit up as though it had been ignited by supernatural energy. She gave a small shriek and jumped. The key clanged on the wooden porch.
“What in the world?” she gasped. “Oh, my goodness, look, an aurora. You can see them only a few times a year here on the island. Atmospheric conditions have to be just right.”
“I remember seeing an aurora the summer I worked at the marina,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve seen one since then.”
She laughed. “Maybe it’s a good omen, hmm?”
“It’s a natural atmospheric phenomenon,” he said. “Not an omen.”
“Give me a break. Surely a man who can come up with a phrase like canyons of night can allow me a little poetic license here.”
He smiled. “You’re right. Maybe this is an omen.”
He switched off the flashlight and guided her down the steps to get a better view of the spectacular display.
“Talk about special effects,” Charlotte breathed.
“No movie studio could produce a light show like this.”
The brilliant green lights crashed and cascaded endlessly across the night sky, creating an otherworldly effect that dazzled all of the senses.
