“He’s not ours?” Rose asked. “Corvidae?”
“No,” I said. “If ‘shoot him’ didn’t make it clear.”
“In the interest of good faith, I’ll assist you, as you requested earlier,” Corvidae said. “You’ll need to be stronger, miss Rose, if you’re going to face Mara Angnakak. This is the best way I know how.”
“No!” Rose said, her voice joined by Alexis’, too late.
He’d thrown the thing. Hurled it at the nearest collection of trees.
A fair part of my introduction to this new reality, to the community, to the dynamic, the expectations, had come from Laird. He’d described what diabolists did as tampering with nukes. Radiation.
Conquest wasn’t a nuke. He was a volatile element in a very fragile container.
The mirror wrapped in paper, bound in place with hair, lazily arcing through the air, might as well have been a bomb.
The white of the paper around the mirror momentarily caught some of the light from the gray-black clouds overhead. As if Conquest was reaching through. Exulting.
The mirror changed course, curving in the air. It landed in soft snow, handle sticking up.
I wasn’t the only one to turn to look at Rose, a distance away from Corvidae, fist held out to one side, expression grim.
Her expression broke, head bowing a bit, eyes closing, hand going to the side of her head.
“Wow,” one Behaim commented. The girl that had been with Alister. “Wow. I don’t think I could have done that, and I have more hair to get a grip on.”
“Yeah. Ow,” Rose said. “That hurt more than I thought it would.”
It was too dark to make out, but she’d pulled out her own hair, and used sympathetic magic to connect to the hair that bound the paper to the mirror, also hers.
She’d probably pulled out a fair amount, in her haste.
“Why interfere?” Corvidae spoke. “I was helping,”
“You are the worst helper!” Evan said.
“As you were summoned,” Tiff intoned, “We bind you. Bow down, take no action, speak no words, until you are asked.”
Corvidae stopped, smiled, and bowed.
He dropped to a sitting position in the snow, back to a tree, one leg propped up.
Leaving just us and Mara.
She stared at us, and at the guns.
How would this have looked, to an outside observer? A mob, including several monsters, several guns, all mustered against a single young woman, almost a child.
“Man,” Alister’s relative said. “Mara’s place. Growing up, we were warned about it. Scary stories, cautionary tales. Don’t go into the woods, or you might never come out. If you get caught in those woods, stay put, wait until you hear the bell in the woods and then follow it home.”
“Take the wrong path,” the other Behaim said. “Or you’ll get turned aside.”
“I know these Behaim children,” Mara said. “But the ones pointing guns at me? Who are you?”
“No names,” Nick, otherwise known as ‘shotgun’ in my internal narrative, told his Knights. To Mara, he said, “We’re help.”
The Knights paid little attention to appearances. Most had long hair, one or two had mullets, their facial hair was either too short to matter or mountain man style. Their clothes that looked like the sort one wore to work in a gas station or do outside labor. Farmer clothes, handyman clothes. Coats and jackets made to be durable, jeans, and work boots stained with oil and who knew what else. Several had toolbelts on, but the tools they had in the belts weren’t for construction or repair. Practitioner tools.
I didn’t like that they were here as Rose’s, but if I could put that aside, damn, were they ever beautiful people. I respected them, I even trusted them.
“The cavalry,” I said.
He smiled. “I like that.”
“We’ve met before,” I said. “You probably don’t remember.”
“I wasn’t a monster, then, but… Ur just about got me. I got away.”
His eyebrows went up.
“Not to give you false hope,” I said. “There were extenuating circumstances.”
He frowned, then nodded. “Right. Too bad.”
“How are we doing this, Mara?” Rose called out. “If Corvidae agrees to share the information we need, you can expect us to disappear post-haste. We have no reason to stay, and no reason to fight. You shouldn’t expect any visits from us in the near future. I don’t know about you, but it sounds awfully nice to me.”
“No, you got it all wrong,” Peter said. He adopted a tone, “Nice is a construct, a human invention. Humans are not, when you strip it all away, ‘nice’.”
Mara narrowed her eyes.
“Can we not upset her?” Tiff asked. “Pretty please?”
“She’s the type that’s pissed off by nature,” Peter said. “Remember what I said about patterns? Right here, we have quiet rage, stewing rage, insanely patient rage. Then when she hits her limit, bam. Black out the sun with carrion birds. Doesn’t matter what I say. She hates me anyway, I promise.”
“Benefit of being a Thorburn, I guess,” Alister’s peer remarked, “Used to being hated.”
Peter smirked at her.
“I do hate you,” Mara said. “I would rather your summoning didn’t divulge any information, Kàgàgi.”
Corvidae didn’t make a movement or sound in response, but I knew he’d heard.
“We have to reach a resolution of some sort,” Rose said. Her gun leveled at Mara, Rose moved slowly through snow, waiting until one foot was firmly in place atop the heaping snow before she moved the other. “Compromise, even.”
“No compromise. I intend to kill each of you in turn,” Mara spoke. “One by one. I can ward off the spirits and powers that would carry your companion’s souls to their eternal rest. Bind soul to dying body, so that their self can endure the moment of death for centuries. The act of rotting and being ripped apart by carrion birds, a dim, broken awareness.”
I joined Rose in pacing around Mara. Part of the reason was to keep Mara roughly between us, though I was closer to the two o’clock position, while Rose was nearer to six. The other reason was to keep at a distance from Rose. The reason I wasn’t slowing or picking up my pace to be exactly opposite was that I didn’t want to have that accurate gun of Rose’s pointed at me.
I didn’t think Rose would shoot me, but I could trust her common sense while respecting the gun.
In a way, we were balancing the scale, each of us maintaining an equivalent distance from Mara. If the scale was slightly askew, well, that was the way things were.
Our movement meant that we alternated between being in light and shadow, where ‘light’ was purely subjective. In the gloom, ‘light’ wasn’t even moonlight. Only the lights of the city bouncing down off the clouds, helped just a bit by the moonlight that could seep through.
Rose seemed to notice me. Without moving her gun from Mara, she took in the wings. Her forehead creased with the frown that followed.
She turned her attention back to Mara as Mara continued her speech.
“…When the flesh is gone, the feeling of being trapped and immobile will persist. The panic, the despair… but I won’t give you that, Rose Thorburn,” Mara said. “You alone, I’ll give over to Death. Worse things wait for you than confinement in a slowly rotting corpse.”
“You’re talking, but all I’m hearing are threats,” Rose said. “Threats are meaningless unto themselves.”
Hoo boy. I was pretty sure she was channeling some Conquest as she said that. Dipping into the old reserve of power to find poise and natural arrogance. Banishing the fear.
Not that it was necessarily a bad move. Challenging Mara had to count for something. Take away from her sway over the local spirits.
“Threats are largely meaningless until they’re carried out or someone responds to them,” Mara said. “The question is how you respond to them. If you were smart, you would ask for mercy.”
“You wouldn’t give it,” Rose said.
“But you’d ask, all the same,” Mara said. “What else is there, for you?”
“Uh,” Ellie spoke up, from the midst of the Knights. “I’m not smart at all, and I’m asking. Can she even do that?”
Peter had talked about people’s patterns. I’d seen Ellie’s. Grovel, be the omega to the enemy’s alpha, be the coward. Break the pattern, and she lashed out. Taking a beating from Eva, only to turn around and poison Andy.
I wasn’t sure I liked the idea that Ellie had a gun, all things considered.
“What I’ve learned,” a heavyset Knight beside Ellie said. “Is if you have to ask, they probably can do it.”
Ellie gripped her gun tighter. “Great.”
“Assume they’re more dangerous than you’ve heard,” I could hear him saying. “That assumption has kept an awful lot of us alive for a few years now. If it means we don’t pick certain fights, all the better.”
“Oh?” Mara asked. “What a shame you picked this one.”
Several of the veteran practitioners and Others in the group tensed, myself included. A few people with guns focused on their aim.
But they weren’t ready for a word.
“Die,” Mara said.
The heavyset man reacted to the word like he’d been slapped. A step backward, gun pulled back and pointed away, as if he were afraid he’d reflexively pull the trigger.
He dropped to his knees. I could, now that his face was no longer in such utter shadow, make him out as one of the individuals that had been in the room when I’d first met the Knights. Was he the one with the artificial leg?
The import of the word had become clear. Shots rang off. Mara dropped, and she did it fast enough that I suspected the first bullet and most of the others had flown over her.
Birds were scared into the air by the ringing shots. The noise of the gunfire was so raucous, so powerful, that snow and ice fell from branches. Had we been on a mountainside, it might have stirred the snow and brought on an avalanche.
I chased Mara, careful not to put myself between the people with guns and her.
More darkness, more shadow. Mara was running, one eye on the gunmen, and she was moving faster than I did. As light as I was, my feet still stabbed through the snow, five steps in six sinking me to mid-calf or knee level. Mara’s footsteps didn’t. She moved easily over the crust of snow, and when her feet did punch through it, she found something solid beneath.
Peter backed away, hands on Roxanne’s shoulders, drawing out of Mara’s way.
Mara was creating too much distance, and the light was swiftly dwindling.
“Evan!” I called out.
Evan took flight.
I, too, spread my wings, walking forward to try and find a point where I wouldn’t be fighting the grasp of the snow as I tried to ascend.
Green Eyes was about as fast as Mara, crawling forward, weight distributed evenly on snow, fingers hooking at the crust of ice on top.
She moved to intercept, as I took to the air, kicking free of the snow. The light was going quickly now, and I did what I could to memorize the most open areas. The space of the clearing, the branches I couldn’t afford to run into.
“Don’t let her touch you!” Rose called out.
Green Eyes hesitated, stopping at a ridge.
“She only needs to touch you to kill you!” Rose elaborated.
“Take the harder path! The obvious path is a trap, here!” another voice said. It might have been the male Behaim. He was grunting as the birds assaulted him. “Paths will turn you around and send you back into her clutches!”
“She didn’t touch Teddy!” another voice shouted. “And he’s having a heart attack!”
“Slowing him down, but we’re not equipped for this,” the female Behaim called out.
“I don’t know!” Rose said, raising her voice as the bird cries intensified. She grunted as one bird attacked her. “But she’s not doing it again, she might need something more concrete to off the rest of us, some possession of ours, some point of reference! Touch is the most obvious. Each kill should be easier than the last! Don’t-”
I didn’t hear the words that followed, as the birds started hissing, croaking, and calling, drowning us out.
As I found the footing to kick myself free of the snow around me, flapping my wings, the last of the light and voices were drowned out.
Even my ability to sense fear was gone, as the birds and their frenzy made for a thick soup of negative emotions. It was bad enough that I couldn’t tell where the others were, scared as they were.
Her territory, her battlefield, her darkness.
The birds were hers, but there was no bloodthirst to them. I’d been attacked earlier, but I’d crossed some barrier. Roxanne and Peter had been attacked, but they’d been lighting the matches, and maybe it had something to do with them working against the Crone.
When I’d flown over, testing the limits, part of the reason had been to gauge her. To see how she protected herself. I’d hoped for clear sailing, but hadn’t been surprised to find a defensive measure. It was the nature of that measure that had been so useful to know. Not a barrier, or a natural wall, not even a hiding place, exactly. More passive than that. Reactive.
Mara was a survivor, more than a fighter. She had sway over life and death, as evidenced by her attempt to give me a heart that she could stab, and her ability to kill with a touch or a word, but her actions, her approach, had largely been to deter.
Increasing the response of the birds, so they got more intense the closer we got? The traps? All of it had been to keep us at arm’s length, allowing her to dispatch us as she saw fit.
Now we were at arm’s length. She was moving, I was blind and giving chase, and the others were trying to organize. Was this where she worked to dispatch us?
If Rose was right, Mara would try to achieve a sequence. Kill someone who was close to death already with a word. Use a touch to kill a second person. By the rule of three, would she be able to kill someone who wasn’t close to death with a mere word? Rose?
In her darkness, the shadows of the birds adding to the darkness of night, she could be going after anyone, and they wouldn’t know until she had her hands on them.
“Raise your hoods- protect your faces!” one of the Knights was hollering the words, top-of-his-lungs shouting to be heard over the birds. “Flash- fucking birds– Flashlights!”
They’d come prepared. Beautiful, beautiful people.
I’d have liked to think that if we hadn’t been coming from a ruined house, if circumstances were reversed, we’d be just the same.
Flashlights flared on. Too little light for me to spot Mara.
Even that little amount of light was soon quenched. Just as they’d gone after the matches, the birds attacked the people holding the flashlights.
One flashlight dropped to the snow, and was attacked there. The birds that dogpiled the little device drove it down deeper into snow. Snow lit from beneath, a glowing blob of light, with the dark silhouettes of birds moving over top of it, diving at it, walking over it, pecking.
“They’re attacking the light sources! And anyone who tries to communicate!”
Light? Attack. Noise? Attack.
I had to holler the words. The good thing was, I technically had no lung capacity.
“Don’t move! Silence! Lights out! Freeze!” I called out. “Help Teddy, but stay quiet!”
It took time for them to accept it, to play along. Long seconds. I didn’t flap, but chose instead to glide. I let the wings catch the air currents, let Evan buoy me up, and traced a lazy circle around the clearing. I let myself rise, to break my momentum, then dove, to maintain it. A slow, steady spiral. I only hoped that I’d hit ground before I hit a tree.
The voices and shouts stopped, after the lights were off and we were no longer crunching through snow. Not silence, but I could hear one set of footsteps now that the only bird cries were distant ones. A shuffling sound.
I turned, dropping one wing while raising the other.
A fair bit of noise. A good pace?
The only people in that direction were my cousins. Maybe the satyr or maenad.
Picking off the weakest first? Going after Peter because he’d taunted her? Or going after the combatants?
Her cabin was in that direction. Retreating to a place where she was stronger? Picking up a weapon?
Too many questions.
The biggest was the question as to where she was, precisely.
My senses were strained to their limits, hoping for a glimmer, a shadow moving against a background of shadow, a clearer noise.
Well, when in doubt-
“Mara!” I screamed the word.
“Not Mara!” Peter shouted back.
“Not Mara!” Roxanne echoed him.
“No Mara!” I heard another voice nearby. Green Eyes. “She’s not here! I don’t smell her!”
I turned, as the crows descended to punish us for shouting.
I heard the others trudging away.
“Guard them,” I told Green Eyes. “Keep them safe?”
“Yeah,” she said.
I heard Peter mutter something under his breath. Foxes and henhouses.
Fuck. They’d been the only ones moving, after I’d shouted the warning.
That meant Mara had to have frozen, along with everyone else. Waiting until she had clearance to move, taking full advantage of the darkness and her intimate knowledge of the terrain.
But where? Why? I was losing track of it all.
Mara had, last I’d seen, been in the middle of the clearing, near the fallen trees. That was her starting point, moving initially under the cover of darkness and the noise the birds were making, responding to our lights and voices.
I tried to draw a mental picture. Rose had come in at the Easternmost edge of the clearing, near where I’d had the others stop. To Mara’s right. Her contingent would be thereabouts. Rose had circled the crone, and was a distance from the rest. Isolated.
Nothing I could do about that.
My group had moved across the clearing, and was opposite the other group, to Mara’s left. My cousins and Green Eyes had broken away and moved further away, further from Rose and the others. They’d covered a lot of ground, but Peter wasn’t shy about running from situations where he couldn’t fight.
The satyr and maenad, going by what I’d glimpsed earlier, had started to approach Mara up until the warning had been given about her ability to kill with a touch. They were further behind. I wasn’t sure if they’d continued to approach or started to retreat, but I had to place them somewhere between my cousins and the center of the clearing.
Corvidae was further still. He’d been told to stay still and he had. He’d already been at the rear of the group.
Corvidae as her first target?
I felt a chill.
Trust your instincts, I thought.
I’d been warned about it, but it had been tainted advice.
My chest ached when I thought about that. The lie, the danger in that lie. Not to trust my instincts.
In terms of being both Blake and the monster, my instincts were my best bet, here. They were all I had to go on, my senses stripped away from me.
I felt angry, and used that anger to bolster my strength as I flapped my wings, rising, then dropped. Corvidae wasn’t the obvious choice, but he had a way of complicating things. In terms of tools an exceptionally experienced individual like Mara might use, Corvidae… he felt like the worst possibility.
I landed in deeper snow. My legs protested, and wood creaked and snapped. Still, all in all, the rough landing in snow made less noise than I might have thought.
Blind, I moved forward. I had only the light that had fallen into the snow to go by, but I had always been fairly good at judging distances, whether I was noticing a hallway with wonky dimensions, or building displays for my friends.
I’d intentionally dropped to the ground early. Birds attacked me as I crunched through the snow, more with every few steps, as I was one of the only sources of sound.
“No!” I heard someone cry out, off in the direction of the others.
Teddy, I thought.
I hesitated, waiting for confirmation, for warning that it might be Mara.
The birds that had been harassing me flew off in the direction of the scream, the summary sobbing.
Insult to injury.
I resumed moving, my wings held out, the tips tracing the snow.
We were collectively blind. I had to feel my way.
I reached a point close to where Corvidae had been, and I found tracks with one wingtip, disturbed snow.
Mara could have appeared before me in an instant. Touched me.
What could a hag as old as humanity’s presence in North America be doing, with all of her opponents blind and unwitting?
I thought of the guardian we’d run into, and quickened my pace, my footsteps falling in the tracks she’d left in snow, taking me away from the center of the clearing, toward the woods at the edge.
“Blood,” Evan whispered. He’d perched on my shoulder. “I smell blood.”
I could smell something. I hesitated to call it blood.
I felt out with one wingtip, until I touched something small. My first thought was that it was fluffy, some small animal.
Bending down, pulling my arm free so it was no longer a component of my wing, I touched it, stroking feathers.
Wings splayed, legs in the air. My hand traveled the length of its body, getting slick with blood, traced the line of the beak.
Corvidae? She had killed him?
Or was it a decoy?
If it wasn’t, he’d moved by some other mechanism. Becoming a crow, getting carried?
Then why this? To mislead?
I grabbed my wing, and swept it in front of me.
She might be Other, but she’s a practitioner too.
The cawing continued in the distance, mocking, ugly sounds.
Her flock of carrion birds didn’t have much of a presence here, not while we were making so little noise.
“Corvidae might be dead!” I called out. “That would mean she needs one more to make three! Don’t broadcast your location!”
The rule of three was an invention, maybe, but she’d said enough things to suggest she didn’t eschew all human inventions.
I wasn’t as afraid of being touched as the others had reason to be. No heart with which to suffer a heart attack.
I was just about the only one who could move freely.
If she wanted to target me, how would she do it? Fire wasn’t her style. She had to do something if she wanted to do a lot of damage to me in a short span of time.
Was she after the mirror?
I picked up my pace.
Assuming Corvidae hadn’t moved, the direction he’d thrown…
I made more noise as I ran, wings extended, tips tracing the snow.
I found Mara’s tracks.
I ran, charging along the tracks, trusting her to have chosen the path with the best footing. My feet didn’t sink into deep snow, and they didn’t break the icy crust. I covered ground fast, almost without noise.
If I happened to run headlong into her, then all the better.
She could kill with a word or a touch, but I had to hope she couldn’t kill me without giving me life first.
Same for Evan.
As he was so fond of saying, he was already dead.
When the path turned and I didn’t notice by the change in footing, the wingtips that traced the snow were able to feel the bumps and broken snow to one side.
I ran headlong into a flying bird. It cawed at me, beating its wings against me, until its struggles let it break free, flying away.
“Stop,” Mara spoke.
The opaque cloud of birds above us parted. A circle, ever-widening.
I saw the light. Passing down through the opening, not bright, but compared to the darkness before, bright enough. A warm light. A sliver of dawn.
That light came down as a diffuse shaft. The others were vague figures in the distance, at various points at the periphery of the clearing, barely visible, still shrouded by the flock of birds and the trees overhead.
It served as a spotlight, illuminating only Crone Mara, me, and her hostage. The rest weren’t included in this.
Time moved normally, since she’d banished the effect. We were outside of Jacob’s Bell. The sun had started to rise, while we fumbled about in darkness.
I took in Mara’s hostage. Alexis knelt in the snow. A circle of blood and black feathers surrounded them. Only five or so feet across.
Had Rose sent them around to flank? For another purpose?
The crone stroked Alexis’ throat, but her expression was cold. A glare.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Blake!” Rose screamed my name, from the opposite end of the clearing. Closer to her group.
“Alexis?” Evan asked.
“If you speak,” Mara said, leaning close to Alexis’ ear, “It will be for the last time.”
Alexis nodded slightly.
A tear welled in her eye.
“What do you want, Mara?” I asked.
Mara glanced to one side.
I followed her gaze.
The Hyena, retrieved and brought here, left with the blade impaling the earth beyond the circle that surrounded her.
“One slain by that won’t return,” she said. “You can end her existence, and damn her to misery and darkness. You know what would await her, there, where you came from, but it’s better than what awaits her here. ”
Alexis was shaking her head. Mara gripped her jaw, hard, and Alexis froze.
“You could also end your own,” Mara said. “I could be convinced to offer the previous deal once again. One life, for one being freed to leave.”
I no longer had blood that churned in my veins, no stomach to turn food into calories, into energy.
All of this was clear to me, as I realized just how cold I was. No different from my surroundings.
I found myself looking back at the others.
“They can’t help you,” Mara said. “The circle will protect me from workings. If a gun is pointed at me, I’ll know. I’ll hear the gunshot and move before the bullet hits me.”
“Why… this? The display?” I asked. “You could have just…”
Then I answered my own question. “You wanted to see me react.”
I met Alexis’ eyes. Wanting her to signal. To blink, to look in a direction.
She only stared into my eyes.
“Alexis,” I said.
“No goodbyes,” the crone cut me off. “It would be my pleasure to deny you that much.”
I clenched my teeth.
I turned, and bent down to pick up the Hyena.
“Blake,” Evan said. “You can’t.”
“I can,” I said. “It’s kind of a rule for me. Paying people back.”
I heard a muffled thud.
Spinning on the spot, I saw the Crone standing over Alexis’ body.
“The last thing she saw was you turning your back on her,” the crone said, looking down at the body. “Were you close?”
I lunged for her. My hand hit the barrier, a wall of air. I stabbed it, and achieved nothing.
“I feel like tonight wasn’t a complete waste,” the crone spoke, her voice matter of fact, words unrushed, “That expression of yours is a good one.”
Quiet, patient rage, I thought. Peter’s words.
I stabbed at the barrier again.
Extending a hand, the crone made a swirling gesture, skyward.
The cloud of birds overhead began to close.
Darkness began to overtake us again.
She would slip out of the circle. Pick another to attack.
Taunt us, prey on us.
“Behaims!” I shouted. “Turn back the clock!”
If the lesser Behaims had that much power, I wouldn’t be standing here.
I extended my wings, reaching out, encircling her small circle. But I couldn’t reach all of the way around. There was an opening, a doorway.
In the growing darkness, I saw her turn her head, as if noting that very same fact.
I moved, but every movement came with cues. The crunch of snow. With years of experience, she would know, she’d intuit exactly where I was in respect to her.
Above all else, she was patient. I had little doubt she could wait in there for an hour, before I gave some cue and she saw a chance to exit.
I had to do something. To let her kill Alexis and then get away unscathed? It would be the worst kind of loss for me. Exactly what she wanted.
Evan was shouting something, rude words, but I didn’t hear it. My focus was elsewhere.
She was as blind as we were, but she knew the environment, and had years of experience.
But she was as blind as we were. She couldn’t figure it all out.
Reaching up, I took hold of my weaker wing. The one with the section that needed my arm to support it.
With all of my strength, pulling, tearing, I ripped it from its socket.
My head hung, forehead touching the barrier as I leaned forward, one wing outstretched to the left, my arm outstretched to the right, gripping the base of the wing, so it could extend around to the far side of Mara’s circle.
Just a bit more reach.
I was nearly blind, staring down at the ground, panting for air with lungs that had a hundred holes in them. Staring down at the circle of blood and black feathers.
“Evan,” I said.
“Wicked old bitch! Alexis was cool!”
“Evan!” I said.
“The corpse of the crow,” I said. “Bring it here.”
I’d guessed right. The dead crow was critical. Somehow.
Mara moved, and kicked the wing I’d torn free of my back. I raised it, and she tripped on it. Staggered just a bit.
I moved around. Two long strides. Evan was still on my shoulder.
I caught hold of Mara’s hair. The Hyena touched her throat.
I’d won. I didn’t feel like I’d won, but I’d won.
It was over.
“Do you still want me to get the dead crow?” Evan asked.
The dead crow.
Part of the reason it felt so hollow. There were things I didn’t get. Why had she killed the bird? Corvidae?
“I can, if you want,” Evan said.
That little body, so far from this one.
To deny us the chance to ask him?
Why, if she’d expected to win?
Corvidae couldn’t move. Not until he was freed.
Or no longer bound.
“I-” Evan started, speaking to the silence for a third time.
Striking at open air.
I found flesh.
“Kàgàgi,” Mara said.
Above us, the birds started to clear.
Light filled the area. More than a sliver of dawn this time.
Corvidae stood before me. Hand extended, an inch or two from Evan. His arm went limp, and he dropped to his knees. He broke up into feathers. I saw only a glimpse of a lock of hair in one hand before the hand disappeared. Letita’s hair. Glamour.
I checked. Alexis was no longer in the circle.
The second time I’d nearly been fooled, tonight.
A second breach of trust.
To make use of him like that, she’d killed him. That much was true.
But she was a practitioner.
She’d called him right back.
“You’ve won,” she told me. “You killed him. You’ve caught me.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Kill me, then,” she said.
I could see the others gathering. Some were turning their heads, shielding eyes as they looked skyward.
One was pointing.
Off to the west. Smoke.
And where there was smoke, there was fire.
Peter and his cousin.
When she realized…
“No,” I said. “I’m not that kind. Now come on. You have some questions to answer.”
My eyes were on Rose, as she hurried over, her priority finding the mirror, not Mara.
Twice tonight, an ally in the guise of a friend had turned on me.
Would it happen a third time? An important time?
137 thoughts on “Sine Die 14.7”
Can’t fight the rule of three. Vote please.
Still, thanks for doing these.
Admin powers too OP plz nerf
Joking aside, no need to thank me. I started doing this voting thing out of a weird sense of fan pride. You’re the real MVP here.
I was editing some Worm chapters and reading comments for feedback over the weekend. You’ve been active and a part of the fanbase for a while. Just wanted to say thanks for sticking around, Ace.
Aww, thanks. At this point I’m with you until the end of the line.
I think Wildbow meant “enemy”; the first time was Padraic pretending to be Mags, right?
“Enemy” wouldn’t work with the turning on him part. That phrase implies a shift of allegiance, not focus. So I think it works and refers to Corvidae as the first instance..
No, Guise of Maggie was an ally. Corvidae pretended to be an ally. Blake’s wondering if someone else’s going to turn on him before the night is through.
I think it’s the way it’s supposed to be. Padraic was an ally, in Toronto, and in the guise of Mags, a friend. Corvidae was likewise an ally, in guise of Alexis, a friend. Blake is worried that one more of his allies will disguise themselves as a friend (or is already disguised as a friendly face) and turn on him.
Because of Rule of Three, this would be quite likely to succeed, but if Blake managed to anticipate or otherwise ‘win’ he would probably gain something
equally significant, such as the ability to anticipate such tricks (a la danger sense) or recognize when somebody is impersonating a friend.
WordPress, why do you split up my sentence like this?
“I wasn’t a monster, then, but… Ur just about got me. I got away.”
Do they know the eraser demon’s name is Ur?
Blake probably didn’t know for sure that they knew. But given they way they responded, they obviously do.
Their clothes that looked like the sort one wore to work in a gas station or do outside labor. –> “were the ones that looked like the sort”?
I am somewhat doubtful Corvidae actually died when Blake stabbed him. Firstly because he’s the sort of tricky guy who seems rather unlikely to have launched a direct attack against someone with a weapon that deals unhealing wounds without having some plan to avoid that, and secondly because he left a corpse when Mara killed him and dissolved when Blake killed him. I don’t think the Hyena normally dissolves its kills.
Also, dying for keeps seems more likely to have left a corpse behind, and I don’t think he’d have dropped a fake corpse instead of just disappearing to confuse people.
When he was banished to the abyss he left a body because his spirit had been pushed back. When he was killed the Hyena destoryed him utterly, he was completely consumed.
If Mara killed him then summoned him back so that he could be free of his Alexis/Blake bonds, then by the rules of his being, doesn’t he have to bork Mara over for that summoning?
He can’t if he’s been obliterated.
i thought he was doing that to white wizards as a native revenge spirit doing what he can within the rules he had to accept?
He’s under orders to do it, although those orders may only extend to Europeans. Down to the precise interpretation.
I thought the “natives” created him and sent him after the Europeans, who caught him, put him under the Seal, and returned him. Then his “dad” tweaked the settings so that Corvidae would bork anyone that he was working for, so that he could go back, report a successful mission, and bork over the Europeans. If that’s the way it worked, then Mara would be due to be negatively impacted by her summoning of him, if he were still alive, which he’s not.
Added a bit toward the end there, to give more resolution. I didn’t want this to be a ‘did he or didn’t he’ thing, and there was a line I wanted to add re: his goal that I didn’t miss in the rush to get the last bit of chapter done.
The clarification was nicely done, I hadn’t even realized that Corvidae had been stabbed the first time. Dumb question but what happens when you call the name of Something that has been by most accounts utterly destroyed (to summon it)? Is it just a lack of an effect, is there a feeling of drawing upon an empty well, or is the remembering and using of that name enough to give it strength to reassert itself?
The Crow bounced… And the Abyss isn’t all that far away to bounce back from — closer than normal, even. It’d be the quickest way to get him back in play as a moving piece… without any bothersome binds or Alexis getting in the way.
I more meant in the theoretical of Blake slaying something with the Hyena and then at a later date trying to summon it.
Sorry: my bad. /blushes
I’d imagine it’d depend on the kind of damage dealt and if the bogey could refashion themselves enough around the unveiling wounds. Not to mention their baseline nature. Corvidae was, at root, a collection of spirits probably focused around a crow sacrificed in a binding ritual. Hit that centre of him with the Hyena and flying apart seems the likely outcome. 😐
Not killing Mara when he has the chance… That sounds like an exceptionally bad idea. I don’t think any questions can be worth leaving her alive for any length of time.
I don’t think Mara would necessarily die completely.
The Hyena may tear at the soul, but someone as ancient as her and using her daughter’s spirits as fuel to avoid aging? I could see a decoy kill against any spare dolls she has.
If the fire is Peter and Ellie burning down her cabin (And all of her dolls), then leaving her alive till they’re destroyed might be a good choice.
Of course, this is all assuming that I’m remembering all the details of her dolls correctly.
If I recall, she doesn’t absorb the spirits. She just swaps bodies and then lets them die
I get to eat my foot for not reading the rest of the comments. Of course she makes them into dolls after switching bodies so she can use them later.
You could say that you have to… eat crow.
I dunno, I consider that a victory for him. Shows a bit of his remaining humanity.
I know it wasn’t the real Alexis but damn Blake. I don’t blame you but damn. It really highlights how things have changed.
Oof. I was gutted when ‘Alexis’ ‘died.’ Nicely done.
Yeah, not a good sign for Blake. He’s loosing some of the things he held on to the hardest.
This gave me chiiiills. Might have been my favorite chapter of Pact thus far.
Also, killing the respawning blood practitioner is a really bad idea if she’s taunting you to do it. She might have a backup body stashed; in a way, she’s less dangerous at Blake’s swordpoint than playing the Return To Phylactery game.
Now, once her house is torched to the ground and the grounds sown with salt, THAT is the time to kill her.
If she can respawn, why doesn’t she simply impale herself on the blade? Why cooperate with them at all, if it is so easy to deny them the answers they seek and get away with it?
Vengeance spell? She could use getting killed by them as a trigger for something. Or maybe she’s already got some curse of shared death thing set up, so she’ll die for keeps but get to take one of them with her if she’s stabbed.
I imagine it works differently if she dies because of something she did than if she is slain by another.
Actually, what makes you think she won’t do exactly this first thing next chapter ?
Well, supposedly when the Hyena kills things they stay dead. I’m not entirely sure how far I trust that, though. It’s a tough goblin, not a high-level member of the Choir Of Darkness. It would be strange if it could utterly and irreversibly annihilate anything beyond the power of even the strongest of gods to reverse.
Though Mara did say “one slain by that won’t return”, so it seems to be beyond her ability. She might, however, be able to soul-jump out when stabbed without technically being slain and returning.
It did soak in the abyss for a while, and hanging out between a forgotten god and Ur no less. It probably picked up a trick or two, much like Blake did.
Also, remember Hyena’s other shtick: anything it consumed or injured stayed in its belly. After leaving the Drains, Blake not only repeatedly cut ErasUr with the Hyena, the blade got infested by Erasur’s reflection. It’s probably kept a little of that destructive power, adding to its already terrifying ability to leave wounds that don’t heal.
I wouldn’t trust a crafty ancient like that to have only one residence in her domain. How many halls of hers have been swallowed by trees and earth? How many dolls are hidden behind stone?
She’s a survivor, she’s been here a long time and she’s patient.
She may have backup caches, but I’d bet that she only has the one residence — she can just tell the trees/earth to not slowly swallow her house.
Particularly since she promised not to tell them about why the town is sliding into the Abyss.
Mara is a monster if anyone in the story is. It seems like Blake should want to kill her.
No innocent lives depended on the continued survival of the Duchamp husbands, not even in the short term. The same can not be said of Crone Mara, who has knowledge that could be used to save the people of Jacob’s Bell.
Sure, but maybe Blake won’t succeed in teasing anything out of her, in which case killing her would be a kind of consolation prize. It makes no sense to preemptively declare that he won’t kill her.
He said that he isn’t that kind. As in, he’s crueler than killing her. He promised a meaningful sacrifice to the Abyss, and Mara is so old…
Good point. It would be awesome and hilarious if he sacrificed her to the abyss.
Yeah, I think that would count as keeping his end of the bargain. Since Johannes’ demesne isn’t at risk of getting dragged down, she’s almost definitely older than everything that the Abyss would claim from the town, except the Behaim ancient ghost familiars, put together. That would probably satisfy the spirits without any wrangling about whether the town would have been saved without him.
Still wasn’t a really good idea to make the deal in the first place, but now he’s got to either carry it out or have the Abyss [i]make[/i] him carry it out.
Imagine Mara coming back from the abyss, changed, better, freed from her little home and eager to hurl all of human civilization into the abyss. Her desires are perfectly in line with the abyss as a whole, and she’d be a far better servant than Blake ever could be. This is what worries me about not simply stabbing her in the face right now.
How to deal with Mara:-
Step 1. Get Mara to swear an oath not to engage in deception.
Step 2. Ask her about the doll Corvidae swapped with Blake.
Step 3. Drag every bit of info about WTF is going on in Jacob’s Bell she knows out of her, just because she doesn’t give a shit about whiteys doesn’t mean she don’t know.
Step 4. Practitioner Lore from her would be useless to Blake & gang since they lack immortality & time (allied with Behiems or not). So get her to swear to undo all harm she has caused through direct action, indirect action & inaction.
Step 5. Sacrifice her to the Abyss. If Step 4 is more cruel, skip Step 5.
Someguy,problem is step 1,she might prefer a fate worse than death to such an oath.
knowledge she has made an oath to never share. she has zero value as in information source and nobody who cares about her as a hostage, and has spent an extremely long time murdering people to extend her life unnaturally. find a way to kill the spitefull old hag permanently, and im sure the world will be a little better for it.
You know, burning down her house (and maybe the woods around it for good measure) would leave her pretty much connectionless… and the Abyss needs a new sacrifice…
Well, we now know what he chose to steal from Alexis-as-his-summoned: her appearance.
summoned >> summoner — autocorrect hates me. 😛
Actually, I think Tiff was the summoner. She’s the one he reported back to, and the one who gave him the order to hold still and not talk.
And… horrible thought… why does Mara know how to bind a spirit to moral remains for centuries? Ask her daughter’s… shudder
Thanks, Wildbow. That’s one blood-curdling And I Must Scream. o.O
Killing Corvidae to break his binding has to be the cleverest trick I’ve seen in Pact so far. The fact that Blake wins by figuring this out makes this victory feel solid and satisfying, especially against someone who is the stuff of local ‘stay out of the woods’ tales.
I actually suspected that Corvidae was posing as Alexis, funnily enough…but only because I momentarily confused him with the familiar of Fell’s ancestor who could change faces (a mistake that cancels out any points earned for a correct guess).
Yeah, it’s awesome that it used something already established. I’ve seen too much stuff where clever plans like this use rules made up on the spot- this was established well in advance. Very well done.
Precisely. It puts me in mind of fights in Worm where I knew the ins and outs of a particular power, but still got surprised by some of the applications. “What did they just do? Oh, of course they can do that. Why didn’t I think of that?”
I really like moments like that, and Wildbow writes them very well. Pact has fewer of them (for good reason, as the nature of the story means that the rules are fuzzier and more mysterious, and Blake was/is in the dark about many of them), so it’s even more pleasing when they do occur.
“Letita’s hair. Glamour.” And that finally comes full circle. Of course anything that is ever lost at any point would find its way to Corvidae.
Rest in Pieces, James.
I was wondering what happened to that!
Yep. And this probably also counts as expending the ‘curse’ of losing the glamour. Losing (or abusing) a Fey gift typically carries a heavy and ironic price, such as the lady who is struck blind after using brownies’ eye ointment. In this case, Blake’s glamour was used to trick him in the worst of ways, and that probably counts for his punishment for losing it.
Hopefully he can reclaim that hair now. Briar Girl said it has to be freely given, but Blake’s Drains future vision showed him with some glamour, presumably taken from foes. I’d say the combination of Corvidae dropping the hair and it having been Blake’s previously mean he can probably reclaim it.
i ship Peter and Roxanne for some reason, i shall call it perox. i think there is a pharmaceutical product called that way in mexico.
Shipping half-siblings together ? I know the Thorburns played the kissing cousins game before, but that’s getting a bit too close for comfort, her age notwithstanding.
Blake might not want to kill the witch because she’s “helpless”, but I hope he remembers that she’s killed hundreds of her own children to maintain herself. If she lives, more will die.
remember? he doesn’t know exactly how iirc?
just because we know a thing..
Didn’t it get mentioned last chapter, how a Blood Witch lives so long? Checking now.
No, it was not, not directly. Blake might not be fully aware of what she does, but he did have the doll in his hand and destroyed it. He might make the connection to the necromancer’s captured souls.
Who’s the father?
Mara gets a new body fairly regularly. I imagine she can find a prospective father easily enough.
Crone Mara actually brought it up when she first met Corvadae. She said something like “The real question is where do the men come from?”
It’s a good question actually, since it seems like she only leaves her woods for council meetings, and I don’t think she’d settle for less than full Algonquin. I was thinking Corvidae for a while there
So he’s her current body’s father, and grandfather, and great-grandfather, and great-great grandfather?
Talk about inbred.
I assume she uses a working like the Duchamps’ so her child is genetically identical to her, eliminating the problem of finding a native father, and segueing into the very ugly but real possibility of rape as a method of providing both a child and revenge.
so did she have time to bind that knight to his corpse? poor knights, with ur eating most of their group nothing good seems to happen to them
since when was it established things stabbed with blake’s broken hyena go to the abyss? does that mean hes been dumping people and things there the entire time? (not killing monsters so much as hand picking the worst to feed into the abyss and possibly claw their way back)
that seems important.
Other way around; what is killed by that blade is dead-dead, not sent to the Abyss.
Or, sent-permanently-to-whatever-counts-as-an-afterlife. From what I’ve read it seems people/Others have many places they might go when they die. All that’s been firmly established so far is something needs to take them there, and bogeymen go to the abyss
So yeah, any bogeymen he’s killed have gone down. No idea where the humans ended up though
I think the original question was referring to this line:
“You can end her existence, and damn her to misery and darkness. You know what would await her, there, where you came from…”
Mara seems to be implying that killing Alexis with the Hyena would send her to the Abyss. Although Pactverse implications don’t count for too much.
Except the way Mara said Blake knows where it’d send her
“One slain by that won’t return,” she said. “You can end her existence, and damn her to misery and darkness. You know what would await her, there, where you came from, but it’s better than what awaits her here. “
Drains- marginally better than being trapped in a corpse and aware…and apparently where Blake’s victims go
Or so Mara thinks anyway
However, any bogeymen ‘killed’ with the blade probably retain that (lethal and debilitating) wound in the Abyss, condemning them to being subsumed by the universe’s entropy machine.
Or it just kills them outright, and they don’t go to the Abyss. The end result is near identical.
If anyone else is interested in making it a bit easier to find Pact fanfiction over at fanfiction.net, start bouncing emails off them asking for “Pact, by Wildbow” to be added to their book list.
There’s already a “Pact” there, and it has nothing to do with Wildbow’s work.
You have to add ‘[category] books’ to the subject line of the email you send to their support email. At the bottom of the fanfiction.net pages there is a help link which gives the email address to send the request to.
Looks like it’s done now.
What is the other ‘Pact’?
I barely glanced over the other fanfiction associated with the other Pact. From vague recollection, it seemed like it might have been romance/magic drama/fantasy. I was also seeing it through the lens of other fanfiction.
Bah, hit the button by mistake.
Good idea. I saw the other Pact and got my hopes up.
I actually attached the pact Fanfiction I’m writing now to it, without verifying it was Wildbow’s pact. You can still find it by looking for Dresden Files & Misc Books crossovers
I’ve read the first chapter on that, good start. Not that that’s surprising. I’m a little worried, okay horrified, by the idea of Evan and Bob interacting though.
I posted chapter 4 today. Evan and Bob will meet next chapter. I already have… plans
One little detail that made me greatly enjoy this chapter was Blake’s language. Saying things like “hoo boy” and referring to the knights as beautiful people gave the chapter a lot of charm.
I must say… I read and reread the part where Alexis dies at least ten times. Partly because of confusion (did Blake kill her or did Mara?) but mostly because of shock. The whole thing about turning his back on Alexis… I felt a very, very deep sadness when I read that. What an amazing chapter.
I feel terrible for the knights. They are just pawns, dragged into a fight that wasn’t theirs. What do they stand to gain here?
Also, didn’t Blake use to have a heart when he built his body? Where did that go?
I’m both happy and disappointed we didn’t get to see Conquest again. I’m happy because I feel the story would have been derailed. I am sad because… it would have been completely awesome!
Also, is Corvidae dead dead? I know that when someone is killed by the Hyena they are dead dead. But since Corvidae was already a boogeyman… Not that I expect him to come back to the story, nor do I wish he does.
Finally, I don’t think it should be a very big issue that Blake let Mara live. She admitted defeat, and she has been mercifully spared. I think that if she fights back, she will be on the losing end this time around.
Barbie’s dollhouse is on fire. Mara was trying to trick Blake into a mercy kill.
of course she’ll try and kill them again the instant she has a chance. she said she’d kill them using absolutes
I’m not saying she won’t try. I am saying that she shouldn’t be a big deal~
Oh, oh. As a suggestion, I think it would be very cool to see Rose in action at some point, specifically, while Blake was away. Maybe in an epilogue chapter, like those of Worm. But wait, that’s not an epilogue… still, you get my point.
By this point I’m fairly certain that Wildbow is deliberately keeping Rose’s perspective off-camera so we have to question how much of Blake’s view of her is true and how much is his view.
Alexis didn’t die. Re-read the chapter. Alexis was Corvidae using glamour, no idea where Alexis is or if she’s alive but she has died on screen. It’s the same move that Padraic and the enchanters tried to use on Blake a couple chapters ago.
mara killed her when he turned to pick up hyena, but then it turned out to have all been a trick
I think because the heart was from his vestige body it was more a metaphorical heart than a physical one – like adding sticks from his vestige body didn’t actually add sticks to the body, more reinforced the idea of it being a body
His ‘heart’ was a particularly large (and detailed?) bird spirit, the last in his chest.
so alexis was corvidae right? please tell me im right, i also hope mara gets a far worse fate than anyone else there, she has probably done far worse than anyone else in the story bar a demon, im sorry but i dont like children being in ‘and i must scream’ situation also she must have done it around 250ish times…..
forgot something, also all the “human construct” is crap, i mean a mother usually takes care of children so i would say she is the unnatural thing there .
That’s what I got from reading. I guess we’ll know for sure next chapter when Blake gets to see where Alexis is again.
Also, as previously calculated, around 700 daughters. Even more if she burns through their lifespans faster by using them as energy sources. Nine million days is a while.
“Trust your instincts, I thought.
I’d been warned about it, but it had been tainted advice.
My chest ached when I thought about that. The lie, the danger in that lie. Not to trust my instincts.”
Blake’s instincts are great in combat. Outside it less so.
and by that logic, letting Rose call the shots on the battlefield would be a massive mistake. in realpolitik, on the other hand… i keep thinking that Gramma Thornburn set up the current generation to Die intentionally by splitting one sane individual into 2 damaged people who’d be driving to kill each other (supposedly) despite that fact that either is screwed without the skills the other has.
So, since JP did his connection thing, is that lock of hair still blake’s or is it now no ones?
Because Corvindea was summoned well after blake lost the hair, but when he’s summoned, he takes something from the summoner. So he made the hair “his” right?
But now’s he’s dead-dead so…. glamour-tree-vestige-boogeyman-practitioner anyone?
I think some people are overstating the power of the Hyena. It looks to me like it still does what the original Hyena does – cause unhealable wounds. Most bogeymen heal based on fear or by fulfilling their personal predilection and many Others have alternate ways to heal, e.g., glamour for the faerie. So something that caused unhealable wounds would eventually permanently kill even bogeymen. In that sense, it is a permanent kill, but the base power is unhealable wounds. If there is direct evidence differently please let me know.
No direct evidence yet, but we’ve heard several times now that whatever gets killed by it doesn’t come back, from several characters. It seems to be mainly in reference to bogeymen who have found their own ways out of the abyss though, i.e. it saps enough of whatever keeps them going to keep them down. Not quite the same as permadeath, but close enough for our purposes.
Blake used the Hyena to nullify his own healing when he was drawing up bird spirits only to replace the bones that were cut off later. The original Hyena didn’t cause unhealable wounds, it merely maimed its victim so badly the ghosts shows it. Blake didn’t seem able to wield it until he became a bogeyman and it came from the Abyss. Most likely the un-healable wounds come from being in the presence of Ur and the Abyss.
well, the Hyena is at this point the closest thing to an implement Blake can have, so i guess i got a power up similar to when Evan became a familiar.
So, bets, bets. Who else thinks the Behaim kids are the faerie, and the 3rd deception will be f’kn Padraic again
Odd that Blake wouldn’t recognize Joanna, but it was pretty dark.
Also, I was just thinking it would be really nice for Blake to get some glamour. He’d be allowed back in polite company again, and we’d get a chance for some scheming/deception chapters again, which would be really nice
*no offense, Wildbow, but it kind of seems like you dug yourself into a hole, making the protagonist into a vestige and then into a tree, and are now trying to dig yourself out. Props for going for it, but proving difficult to maintain
Eh, my impression is that Blake is as human as he thinks he is and wants to be. Glamour would help, making it easier for Blake and those around him to see Blake as human, but the main reason Blake is so inhuman is because he recognizes how badly messed up he is, and now that he knows he’s a vestige, it’s even worse.
Blake is just as human as Rose is, they just got different bits of what it means to be human.
Also any damage to the human/vestige part of him is filled in by spirits (the branches and birds) growing in the cracks. Unfortunately for Blake, he also takes damage from emotional damage, like betrayal, feeling inhuman, or having to abandon his friends to the witch hunters. As such, he’s now almost entirely spirits given physical form. Layered into this is the fact that he’s a bogeyman, which I believe affects/infects both vestige parts and spirit parts. Blake is like a house that has become overgrown with plants on the inside (and some animals taking residence) to the point that the house is mostly gone, but what’s left is ironically supported by the plants underneath.
Anyway, that’s my understanding, as always it could be wrong.
I’m not so sure Blake will be in any sort of place where it would matter how presentable he looks at the end of this story. Hell at this point I’d consider it a miracle if he didn’t manage to loose anymore of his humanity, or turn into a full on boogeyman. And that’s before getting into the really bad things that can happen. Or to put it another way, even if Blake saves the town and everybody, that don’t mean he’ll get to enjoy it.
My take on the Blake situation is that he’s a bogeyman the way the spirits INTENDED bogeymen to be.
In other words, I think that the Seal of Solomon is a way to protect humanity, and specifically practitioners, but the only reason humanity and practitioners NEED protection is because they are doing things that Others were specifically supposed to prevent them from doing. Like dealing with demons, or enslaving one another, or practicing necromancy.
Think about the old fairy tales in our own real world. Fairy tales back in the pre-industrial age were dark, dark stories, typically. Tales of warning. Lessons taught and backed by fear. They were MEANT to scare children, because scaring children was one way to make children respect rules meant to protect them.
Hm, I don’t know. I think that that kind of falls apart when you consider pointlessly evil creatures like Goblins and Faerie. Sure, a Faerie will only hurt you if you agree to it, but they’re so ridiculously good at that that the only possible takeaway would be “never trust anyone ever.” And Goblins just exist for the sole purpose of hurting people. Admittedly, most of the likely origins for Goblins and Faerie are that they’re human-made, which takes care of the pointless villainy aspect.
But I don’t know if I buy the idea that Others are operating according to a grand design.
Goblins and Fairies are likely post-seal creatures, though. They could be a result of the bad stuff that is supposed to happen to practitioners who cheat the system instead getting deflected onto the rest of humanity. IIRC it was stated that one possible origin for goblins was as the sins of practitioners given flesh.
(This would also explain what happened to the Benevolent guy — he didn’t realize Blake wasn’t bound by the Seal of Solomon and was therefore capable of making moral assessments at a deeper level than just karma point-scoring.)
I find it very unlikely that Wildbow dug himself into a corner. He’s demonstrated an amazing ability to direct a story to the extent that there are many small details that you only really notice and make sense of on a reread which support the ending.
I just realized that either there was a little slipup, or someone was being untruthful, or at least hiding information from Blake the first time he met the Knights.
“I wasn’t a monster, then, but… Ur just about got me. I got away.”
How do they know Ur’s name? If he’s said “The thing in the factory” I could understand, but he used it’s name, or at least the part of it that they learned.
I would assume that the name got mentioned during the leadup to the second fight.
I wonder if they’d remember it as something that Blake said, or Rose?
Probably it’s now a semantic memory, a fact known but not necessarily tied to the memory where it was learned (which would be an episodic memory, incidentally). The episodic memory has been lost, but the semantic memory remains.
They could have understood from context (someone we knew but then didn’t know), or maybe they got it themselves when they fought it. More likely, as the other commenter suggests, it could have been mentioned off-screen.
Hey Wildbow, Just wanted to say thanks for doing all of this. I read all of Worm last spring break, and your stuff is honestly some of the greatest I’ve ever read. Keep it up, you’re astounding man.
Thanks Donnie. I appreciate that. Glad to have you with us.
Really enjoyed this one. It was nice to see the knights again.
The funny thing about Alexis dying is I completely believed you went there. I was like, agh, wildbow, why, but I believed it right from the get go.
Some stories have a like you would really do that line.
Wildbow has crossed it before. [spoiler removed]
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,why removed?why not replaced with something humorous?
I must say, I’m a bit disappointed. It feels like Mara went from seeming nigh-invincible to defeated far too quickly, and the whole Alexis thing…well, this isn’t the first time a major character we’d thought was gone for good came back, and I was already thinking of how Alexis could come back well before the deception was revealed.
I’m not sure she ever seemed nigh-invincible. Taking her on on her home turf was definitely a fearsome challenge with the resources Blake had available.
It being a close-fought thing with the additional forces of Rose and the Knights felt about right.
I don’t even mind the hanging plot with the Conquest mirror being dispatched so readily. We’ve already seen plenty of Conquest and it’s a nice subversion that they nipped that in the bud before it could escalate.
At the end of the day, any practitioner is a glass cannon. They can armor themselves, they can encircle themselves, they can make themselves nigh impossible to find or hit. But once you breach those defenses and reach the soft human center the fight is over no matter how powerful they are.
With some exceptions for necromancers/healers who can undo or endure wounds with magic, or teleporters who can slip away even when caught, but even then that’s just another magical defense and if you get past it (say with the Hyena) or just stab the teleporter rather than try to take them hostage the point stands.