Cold Days (The Dresden Files #14) - Jim Butcher Page 0,168
speed limit sign. The Swords had a purpose, and as long as they kept to it, they were invulnerable, and the men and women who wielded them were avenging angels. But if they went off mission, bad things tended to happen.
“Trust me,” Karrin said quietly. “I know it doesn’t make sense. Sometimes faith is like that. This isn’t their fight. It’s ours.”
I growled. “Fine. But tell the Almighty that He’s missing His chance to get in on the ground floor of something big.”
Murphy punched my chest, but gently, and smiled when she did it. The two of us turned toward the dock and began to follow Molly and the others. I was just about to step out onto the dock when I heard something. I stopped in my tracks and turned.
It started low and distant, a musical cry from somewhere far away. It hung in the darkening air for a moment like some carrion bird over dying prey, and then slowly faded.
The wind started picking up.
Again the tone sounded, nearer, and the hairs on my arms stood straight up. Thunder rumbled overhead. The rain, a fitful drizzle most of the day, began to fall in chilly earnest.
And again the hunting horn sounded.
My heart started revving up, and I swallowed. Footsteps approached, and then Thomas was standing beside me, staring out the same way I was. Without speaking, he passed me the Winchester rifle and the ammunition belt.
“Is it . . . ?” I asked him.
His voice was rough. “Yeah.”
“Dammit. How soon?”
“Soon. Coming right through the heart of downtown.”
“Fuck,” I said.
Karrin held both hands up. “Wait, wait, the both of you. What the hell is happening?”
“The Wild Hunt is coming,” I said, my throat dry. “Um . . . I sort of pissed off the Erlking a while back. He’s not the kind of person to forget that.”
“The king of earls?” Karrin asked. “Now who isn’t making sense?”
“He’s a powerful lord of Faerie,” Thomas explained. “He’s one of the leaders of the Wild Hunt. When the Hunt comes to the real world, it starts hunting prey and it doesn’t stop. You can join it, you can hide from it, or you can die.”
“Wait,” Karrin said. “Harry—they’re hunting you?”
My heart continued to beat faster, pumping blood to my muscles, keying my body to run, run, run. It was hard to think past that and answer her question. “Uh, yeah. I can . . . I think I can feel them coming.” I looked at Thomas. “Water?”
“They’ll run over it like it was solid ground.”
“How do you know that?” Karrin asked.
“I joined,” Thomas said. “Harry, Justine.”
I clenched my hands into fists on the heavy rifle. “Get on the boat and go.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“Oh, yes, you are,” I said. “Raith and Marcone have the other two sites covered, but we are the only ones left to get to Demonreach. If we blow it there, and the ritual goes off, we’re all screwed. If I go with you, the Hunt follows me and then goes after whoever is close. We’ll never pull off an assault with them on our heels.”
My brother ground his teeth and shook his head.
“Let’s go, Harry,” Karrin said. “If they follow us out over the lake, we’ll take them on.”
“You can’t take them on,” I said quietly. “The Hunt isn’t a monster you can shoot. It’s not some creature you can wrestle with, or some kind of mercenary you can buy off. It’s a force of nature, red in tooth and claw. It kills. That’s what it does.”
“But—” Karrin began.
“He’s right,” Thomas said, his voice rough. “Dammit. He’s right.”
“It’s chess,” I said. “We’ve been checked, with that ritual on the island. We have no choice but to try to stop it with everything we’ve got. If that means sacrificing a piece, that’s how it has to be.”
I put a hand on my brother’s shoulder. “Go. Get it done.”
He put his cold, strong hand over mine for a second. Then he turned and ran for the boat.
Karrin stared up at me for a second, the rain plastering her hair down. Her face was twisted with agony. “Harry, please.” She swallowed. “I can’t leave you alone. Not twice.”
“There are eight million people in this city. And if we don’t shut the ritual down, those people will die.”
Karrin’s expression changed—from pain to shock, from shock to horror, and from horror to realization. She made a choking sound and ducked her head, her face turned away from me. Then she turned toward the boat.