The Greyfriar
The Rift Walker
The Kingmakers
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Shadow
Revolution
Crow n & Key
Clay Griffith
and Susan Griffith
D E L R E Y N E W YO R K
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weapon that sounded like a cannon at the creatures fleeing form. The firearm was a heavy pistol with four barrels. Amazingly, it let out a whisper of steam as the
smoking barrel rotated away from the breech and a fresh
one clicked into place. You know me now, dont you?
Simon came to his feet, shaking the last of his vertigo
aside with the determination of a bear. His coat was
in ruins, but he was largely unscathed. He felt a slight
tremble in his legs; the magic had left him weak, but he
felt a rush of relief at being alive. He clapped a grateful
hand onto the newcomers shoulder. You came in the
nick of time, sir.
Shut it! snapped the sharp retort in a thick Scottish
brogue, and the man brushed Simons friendly gesture
aside. You came to a werewolf fight without silver. Ive
been tracking that beast for days. I wont have you two
mucking things up with your petty sorcery. That beastie belongs to me, and me alone! Then he was gone,
racing on the trail of the bleeding beast.
Simon stared after the Scotsman for a brief moment,
but then he turned and ran for Beatrice, shouting to
Nick as he passed, Are you all right?
Right as rain. Nick rolled his shoulder with a wince
of pain.
Simon fell to his knees in the blood. Beatrices brutalized body was splayed on the cobblestones amidst the
refuse, twisted like copper wire, clothes shredded. He
slid his hands under her. She coughed weakly and her
eyes opened. Simon shouted, Nick! Quickly.
The other man was at his side already. He squatted and
put a hand on Beatrices forehead. Shes nearly gone.
Then stop talking, Simon cried, and help her.
Nick concentrated on the womans face. He breathed
heavily and closed his eyes. Beatrice jerked and cried
out in pain. She reached up a red hand and took hold of
Nicks wrist, trying to wrench it from her head.
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one stack. On the far interior wall was a curtain although there shouldnt have been a window there.
Simon stepped to the drape and pulled it back. He
twisted his head curiously at what was behind it. Newspaper clippings were pinned to the wall. Dozens, if not
hundreds of them.
He leaned close to see a society report of a party at
Lord Cutshaws home. Simon recalled that party and,
in fact, saw his name in the item. Next to that was
an article describing a spring horse race in Wiltshire.
Simon had been there too, and his name appeared
among the guests. The opening of the Pyramid Theater
in Covent Garden. His name was there. And in the next.
And the next.
Every fluttering scrap of newsprint held a mention of
some event or gathering where Simon had been present.
It was a wall charting his social activities over the last
seven years. The time since he and Beatrice had parted.
However, below the phalanx of society notices were
three small clippings. One was a story of how Lord Cutshaw had exposed fraudulent mediums preying on unfortunates around his country estate. In fact, Simon
had rooted out those cheats who had victimized Lord
Cutshaw himself. A second item told of reports of a
monstrous glowing panther in Salisbury. Simon had investigated that too, while spending a delightful week at
the local derby with Lady Dunston. And there was a
final clip about the Pyramid Theater closing for renovations, while rumors persisted that the management had
been forced to shut down by a vengeful spirit. The tone
of the piece was mocking, but Simon knew the theater
had been haunted by bloody ghosts because he had
been the one to silence them.
He stood back, stunned. Here was his life in London.
Parties. Galas. Derbys. Operas. And a handful of pa-
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thetic mystical interventions more suited to a sleight-ofhand huckster than a man who laid claim to being the
last scribe on Earth, the only man alive who could own
and command the aether through spell and word.
Beatrice had always had a little interest in mysticism.
She had been an accomplished enchantress, but one with
a clear ceiling on her skills. Still, she had always claimed
the only limit to Simons occult abilities was Simon himself. And now he saw that she had been watching him
from afar and documenting his progress.
Simon took in the vast swathe of society items and
few notices relating to the occult. He would have liked
to make the excuse that his magical activities were secret and by definition would not be in the press. This
was true. His identity as a magician was known to few;
only Nick knew the full extent of it because Nick had
been a teacher of sorts. However, Simon knew he could
have written a detailed account of his true occult exploits using paper not much greater than the few clips
under his eyes.
He would have liked to make the excuse that the
previous years had been consumed learning his craft,
studying arcane texts, and practicing inscriptions. And
this too was true. His skills had become extraordinary,
but of late there were far too few evenings that he gave
over to study when a night out called. He could claim to
have added little value to anyones life using his unique
skills.
Simon stood shivering in the freezing flat of a woman
who he believed had left him behind. She had dedicated
herself to him, and he hadnt even known it. And he
certainly hadnt deserved it. He lowered his head under
the petty weight of the voluminous chronicle of his
achievements rustling in the wind before him.
My God, I am exactly the same. Just as you said.
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ever magic could gain me. Then, for the first year we
were together, we worked hard. I learned a great deal.
But the last year or so, weve lost our momentum. He
glanced at the pile of news clippings.
It takes time, Nick repeated.
Thats not good enough. Simon sat up. Why am I
even studying to be a scribe? Whats the purpose? Just
to live in a cave and accumulate knowledge?
This time Nick stayed silent, his eyes half-closed with
contemplation or annoyance.
Simon asked, Whats the use of power in this world?
No, no. Greater magicians than you have started
down that road over the centuries. If you involve yourself in the normal world, it will make you pay. Theres a
reason magicians stay in the shadows. We are feared,
Simon. I dont care how powerful you may grow as a
scribe, a knife or a musket ball will kill you as easily as
it will anyone else. If you want to change the world, learn
a trade like blacksmithing.
Im not talking about trying to change the world,
Nick. But I couldnt even save Beatrice.
Well find Oakham, dont worry. Well make him
pay. And we should be able to even up those stacks a bit.
Is that what you want?
Its a start. Simon smiled at his friends genuinely
solicitous question. He had grown weary of his own
gothic brooding, so he rose and took up his new walking stick.
Thats a handsome new stick, Nick said, obviously
grateful that the tone was shifting. Is it appreciably
better than your two hundred others?
Yes, it is. I had Penny Carter make it. Simon drew
out a glittering blade and said with excitement, Speaking of Lord Oakham, guess what I saw at Miss Carters
shop today?
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her, Sir, I appreciate the exhibition of your manly virtues; however, I am perfectly capable of deflecting his
repartee. But, by all means, continue with your pummeling if you feel the need.
Surprised, Simons jaw snapped shut. There was only
a moments pause before he said, I profusely apologize
for coming to your rescue.
I accept your apology, sir. And I thank you for making me the center of attention.
Most women find that appealing.
Im not most women.
Clearly.
Sir William reached up for help. Both Kate and Simon
saw the hand but ignored it. The fallen man struggled
to his feet. Thanks to her dusting, his crimson face was
swollen as if stung by a hive of bees. His eyes were
nearly crusted shut. Kate tried not to smile as he brushed
his tailcoat with a huff.
Of course you must realize, he mumbled, that
this rather endangers the remainder of our evening together.
Oh! Kate lifted a hand to her cheek. I had hoped
we would have several hours more of your amateurish
groping to look forward to.
You are an insufferable harridan, Miss Anstruther,
the man sputtered through puffy lips. It is no wonder
eligible men flee at your approach.
Kate sneered back at the blotchy prig. I advise you to
do the same, Sir William, while you still can.
She whirled away and stalked from the library, parting the amused and tittering watchers. As she emerged
onto the ballroom floor and turned around, she nearly
bumped into Simon Archer, who had followed her.
Miss Anstruther, I apologize again for my behavior.
She searched his face for a sign of sarcasm, but it
wasnt there. No need, Mr.Archer.
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Im most grateful. Simon stepped back and regarded her with his piercing eyes. Perhaps this was the
time-tested gaze of the playboy, no doubt guaranteed to
bring the most hesitant London maiden to her knees.
Kate steeled herself for his approach. It always happened. Whether skillful or blunt, like Sir William, she
had suffered this same scene endless times in countless
ballrooms.
Simon bowed. I bid you good evening. And with
that, he turned and strode away.
Kate stared after him with a blank face. Extraordinary. Unlike every other man, Simon Archer did not
press the battle when the field was clearly lost. She realized that much of her stern response toward him was
her embarrassment at being careless enough to fall into
such a ludicrous situation with a pathetic fop such as Sir
William Titchmarsh. He was only reacting as a chivalrous gentleman was trained; he had no way of knowing
she didnt need rescuing. Kate watched Simon Archers
tall form, and despite her best efforts to remain stern,
the corners of her mouth quirked upward.
She boldly watched him a few moments more when
he was arrested by another man who spoke to him. Kate
started. He seemed to be conversing with a rumpled figure who looked like a tramp off the street, but when she
blinked, in fact, she saw that his companion was a popinjay dressed in overly colorful formal wear. How odd.
Kate wanted nothing more than to be done with this
London cattle yard and return to Hartley Hall in Surrey
so she could settle back into her alchemical laboratory.
She only wanted to work on formulas that promised
results from mathematical precision and careful attendance to detail. However, that was impossible at the
moment. Her sister was still traipsing about the premises with her escort for the evening.
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dressed impeccably with a high cravat and long waistcoat. Simon set down his champagne without taking his
eyes off the man, an image of Beatrices torn body filling his vision. His mouth drew into a thin, hard line.
Simon stepped behind the string quartet and asked a
nearby servant for a pen and ink. Looking around, he
could not spot Nick in the crowd. He hid his frustration
at finding one man but losing the other. When the servant brought what he had asked, Simon penned a quick
note and laid it on a passing serving tray. It wasnt long
before it was picked up. The note was addressed to Lord
Oakham, and Simon watched as it was delivered. The
man read it, excused himself from his present company,
and departed the ballroom.
Simon waited a moment, then followed. He wanted
his lordship as far removed from the guests as possible
for a few polite questions to determine if he was indeed
their quarry. Sir Thomas emerged from the crowd to
fall into step beside Simon.
Just in time, Simon said to his friend.
Sir Thomas grinned a broad, eager smile most unlike
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