thought to ask. When we told them that the others had failed, they only asked how the Nix got away. That’s what they figured she’d do—give them the slip and run. But you know better.”
“Common sense. The best way to stop being chased is to stop the person doing the chasing. But that’s a problem here, isn’t it? Can’t kill a ghost. Can’t even hurt one. So how the hell do you force one to stop chasing you?”
The middle Fate returned. “There are worse things than physical torture.”
“Not if it’s done right.”
The eldest one popped in, glower already in place.
“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
“No, I was just pointing out—”
“You want to know what she did to one of your predecessors, Eve? Let me show you.”
4
THE TRAPPINGS OF THE THRONE ROOM VANISHED. Even the floor evaporated, and I tensed, waiting to drop into some hell dimension. Instead, I found myself floating, naked, in gray nothingness.
Was I really floating? Beneath my bare feet a sheet of gray, as smooth as glass, stretched to meet the gray sky. I could see my feet planted on the floor, yet I felt nothing beneath them. I closed my eyes and lowered my hand. My hand stopped at floor level. I leaned forward, but still couldn’t feel pressure against my palm.
Okay, that was creepy. Still, there were a thousand worse places that the Nix could have sent her last hunter, and if this unsettling illusion was the best she could manage, I was laughing.
I closed my eyes and wished for clothing. When I looked again, I was still naked. Hmmm. I guess nakedness was part of the torture. And for some people, maybe it was, but I’m not the type to be plagued by nightmares of walking through the shopping mall starkers, so it was really no big deal, especially considering there was no one else here to see me.
No one to see me, and nothing for me to see. Nothing to hear, either. Reminded me of the first hour I’d spent alone as a ghost. The most shocking thing about that hour was the silence. When we’re alive, quiet is a relative term. Even if you manage to drown out all the background noise—the clacks and grunts and hums of water pipes and furnaces and refrigerators—you can always hear something, even if it’s only the sound of yourself breathing. But when you’re dead, all the sources of those noises, internal and external, are gone. Still, there’s usually something, if you listen hard enough—the footsteps of someone walking by, a laugh from a neighbor, a bird chirping. Here, in this empty dimension, the silence was absolute.
I could see how this could become annoying after a while. Sensory deprivation, isn’t that what they call it? I remembered reading that this kind of thing could serve as a form of torture. Pretty clever, actually. Didn’t leave any marks, and you couldn’t be accused of doing anything to your prisoner because you weren’t doing a damn thing. Interesting, in a theoretical kind of way.
Right now, all that mattered was that I got the point. The Nix could send me someplace where I wouldn’t want to spend a whole lot of time.
“Okay—” I stopped. I’d felt myself say the word, but hadn’t heard anything. “Okay, ladies!”
The silence sucked up my words before they left my lips.
“Hello?” I tried to say. “Hello, hello, hello!”
Creepy, but not like it mattered. The Fates seemed to hear me whether I spoke aloud or not. When they were ready, they’d bring me back. I settled onto the ground to wait.
Still waiting.
At least a couple of hours had passed. Obviously the Fates wanted to give me a real taste of this wasteland. Like I had time for this. Well, if they weren’t going to bring me back, I’d look after it myself.
I said the words of a travel incantation. I still couldn’t hear myself, but I was speaking and, in magic, there’s no bonus for blaring. I finished the incantation. Nothing happened. I tried a few more, but stayed where I was. Fine. I could wait.
Okay, now I was getting mad. I’d been here at least a few hours, tried every damned spell I knew, even ones that had nothing to do with transportation, and not one of them had worked. What the hell were the Fates doing? They had a murderous demi-demon on the rampage, probably planning her next atrocity against humankind at this very moment, but that didn’t stop them from