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We climbed the ladder, Chatter going first, and again, the silver compound resonated through my fingertips, into my body. At the top, he did something I couldn’t see, and then we crawled out through the opening, onto the snowy surface. The first thing that struck me was that it was almost dark.

“Crap, the Shadow Hunters will be up and about soon. How far did we come? How far in are we? We can’t have been walking
that
long.”

Chatter flashed me a ghost of a smile. “We covered well over twenty miles, but I have no idea how long we were walking.”

“We’re deep into the woodland, then.” Shivering, I glanced around. It had been nice and warm belowground, but now the icy teeth of winter bit deep and I shivered, realizing I’d felt safe down in the tunnel. Now I felt terribly exposed again, and terribly vulnerable. “How far to the Court of Dreams?”

“We’re near the portal.” Chatter pointed toward a rocky foothill that rose through the tree line. “We have to go halfway up, and then a path to the right leads to the cave where the portal is. The climb is rough at first, over the rocks, but that part doesn’t last for more than about fifteen minutes and then it’s fairly easy going, though all uphill.”

We scrambled over the heap of granite boulders that had piled upward. Another alluvial deposit, like back at the creek where we’d escaped Myst and her hunters? No, not a wide enough swath, but I definitely recognized glacial activity here. The Washington mountains were full of rockfall and sweeping alluvial fans left from when the last ice age retreated from the area.

During the summer, the conies—or pikas, as some folk called them—lived on the rocky slopes. The creatures were within the lagomorph family, like rabbits, but they looked like a cross between mice and hamsters. Pikas didn’t hibernate during winter but would be hiding beneath the boulders with their haypiles—the grass and food they’d managed to tuck away for the winter.

I scanned the area, looking for any sign one might be out and about, with no luck. I wasn’t sure why I hoped to see one—it would just set off my owl instinct to hunt, but for some reason the thought of the resilient little creatures braving the winter seemed inspiring. And right now, we could use all the hope and inspiration we could get.

We managed to get past the rock slide and finally found ourselves on a snowy slope, leading up through the trees. My legs were burning from the exercise—I’d thought I’d gotten plenty on the streets, running from gang members, irate landlords, and thugs, but the past couple of weeks had put my body to the test and I’d discovered muscles I’d never even known existed. The lactic acid was building in my calves, and I longed to sit and rest.

I glanced over at Peyton. She looked to be sweating as much as I was. “I’m about done in. How about you?”

She nodded, her hands thrust deep in her pockets. “We should have brought walking sticks. Chatter’s fully Fae; he can walk on top of the snow, but we have to slog through it.”

And slog we did. The higher we went, the deeper the snow became, and at this point it reached my knees. Each step was like wading through thick mud.

“Chatter, how much farther?”

He glanced over his shoulder, then stopped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you two were tired. Not much farther. See that clump of fir ahead? The ones next to the snowed-over ferns?” He pointed to a stand of trees about two city blocks away, up the mountain. “The path to the cave takes off there, and we will be on a trail that runs parallel to the mountain. The going won’t be so difficult then, and from there, it’s probably another twenty minutes to the cave.”

I motioned to the sky. “It’s almost dark. Are we in danger from Myst, do you think?”

He bit his lip, thinking, then shook his head. “I don’t think her attention is directed toward the mountains. She seems to be focused on the city and the area down below. Remember, we’re a good twenty-some miles from your house. I doubt if she sends her spies out this far. And while they might pick up our scent back near the beginning of the underground passage, I used a magical charm to ward the entryway from sight. I might not be a powerful mage, but I’m very good with hiding and camouflage.”

Nodding, I motioned for him to lead on. Since we’d gotten him away from the Indigo Court, Chatter had really blossomed out into his own. In some ways, being Grieve’s sidekick had kept him cowed. Now he took charge naturally and did not hang back waiting for orders.

“I tell you this,” I said to Peyton as we headed toward the stand of fir. “Once we get home, we’re hitting the gym a lot harder. If there are any more twenty-mile hikes in our future, I want to be in shape for it.”

She laughed, and we continued to trudge through the ever-falling snow.

A half hour later, we stood in front of the cave. It was squat and wide, and we’d have to crouch down to enter.

“Does the portal start when we enter? I mean, is the cave mouth itself the actual portal?” I stared at the black maw, not certain how I felt about stepping into a dark, dank hole in the mountain. Especially one that might contain, oh, say . . . a bear. Or a cougar.

“No, the actual portal lies within the cave. But don’t fret,” Chatter said, seeming to perceive my worry. “Animals steer clear of here—they can sense the energy and it scares away most of them. Oh, we might find a rat or mouse or some such creature, but I wouldn’t worry about large predators.”

“Spiders?” Peyton asked. “I’m not afraid of them but I don’t like them.”

“This time of year? Unlikely.” He brushed away a snowflake that drifted down to light on his nose and stooped to enter the cave. “Come on, let’s move.”

The sky had turned deep indigo now, the indigo of twilight, and with the silvery clouds that covered the area, it illuminated the entire valley below with a bluish glow. I gazed at the wonderland. Myst had brought winter with her. Though she might be terrifying and ruthless, she was also beautiful and breathtaking, and so was her season. The air was chill and I listened to the slipstream, lowering myself into it to see what I could pick up, but the only sounds were those of burrowing animals.

As Peyton bent to crawl into the cave, I happened to catch a glimpse farther down the mountainside. Gleaming in the odd light, three Ice Elementals strode through a secluded clearing, their bodies faceted and angular. They were not hunting—I could tell from their stance—nor did they appear to take any notice of our movement. If they were aware of us at all, they gave no sign. They swept through the clearing with strong footsteps, focused on their journey, and against the evening sky they shimmered like diamonds. Another moment, and they were hidden beneath the tree cover again.

As I scrambled to join Peyton and Chatter, all I could think about was the incredible beauty that such a harsh and unyielding season contained.

Chapter 6

The minute I passed through the opening, I was pleasantly surprised. Though the entry was low, the inside of the cavern was not. Chatter had lit the flame in his hand again, and now he blew on it and it flew off, a globe of light, to spread through the air and illuminate the chamber.

The cavern was a good twenty feet high by thirty feet long. Dry and snug against the elements, it was still cold, all right, but the snow did not enter here, and I had my doubts whether rain made it through.

Chatter glanced around.

Peyton tapped him on the shoulder. “What are you looking for?”

He let out a long breath. “The portal. It’s hidden to keep yummanii who might be in the area from stumbling into it. I think a few of their shamans know about it, but the Court of Dreams is no place for the unprepared, regardless of background.”

After a moment, he stood back and closed his eyes, his hands outstretched in front of him. Taking a hesitant step forward, he faced to the left, then opened his eyes.

“There you are!” With a wave of his hand and a whispered chant that I couldn’t quite pick up, an archway appeared against the solid rock. He turned back to us. “There’s the portal. Once we cross through, be cautious not to stray out of my sight. It’s easy to get lost in the Court of Dreams. There are nightmares there, as well as your heart’s desires. And sometimes, they overlap. I know the path to the King of Dreams, so follow my lead. It’s not far from the entrance.”

We fell in line behind him, with me second and Peyton bringing up the rear. And then, without another word, he stepped through, and we followed.

At first, the transition was black, and everything around me felt like it was swirling in a vortex of endless night. But then I gradually began to make out colors in the wash, sparkling lights that twinkled in and out faster than I could pinpoint them. My stomach rolled with the feeling of being on water, in a big boat surging over the cresting waves. My feet met no solid floor, no sense of resistance, and then it felt like we were traveling a hundred miles an hour, the sparkles turning into tracers.

I could barely see Chatter’s back in front of me, and when I tried to ask Peyton if she was still with us, my mouth moved but no sound emerged.

After a time, the kaleidoscope of lights began to subside and then, within a single blink of an eye, my feet hit solid ground and I tripped against Chatter’s back. We were standing in a misty valley, with a rolling fog wafting hip-deep.

I quickly turned, relieved to see Peyton standing behind me.

“Are the both of you okay?” Chatter asked.

We nodded. I glanced overhead. The sky was hazy, and no sun shone. I didn’t even know if they
had
a sun here, but the land was bathed in a mix of shadows and the colors of sunset. Trees, straggly and barren, dotted the landscape, and boulders jutted out from the fog that swept across the ground as far as I could see.

“Follow me, and do not speak to any who pass you unless I give the go-ahead. There are dangers here I cannot even begin to describe.” He looked around, gauging our whereabouts, then motioned for us to follow him to the right.

We moved through the mist, cautiously, unable to see the ground. I was afraid of tripping over a root or a rock, but for the most part, the lay of the land was even and level and Chatter seemed to instinctively skirt obstacles in the path. I followed his lead carefully, and Peyton followed mine.

As we came to a fork in the road, Chatter turned to the left, but something to the right caught my eye. I turned to look and gasped.

Krystal, my mother, was standing there, holding out her arms.

“How . . . what . . .” I stared at her, wanting to believe, wanting so badly to think it was her, and yet I knew she was dead. How could this be? Was she a spirit? Was I hallucinating?

I found myself walking off the path, mesmerized by her sudden appearance. Krystal, my mother. Krystal, the woman who was never a mother to me. But now she was wearing a loose-fitting dress that seemed as ethereal as the fog. Her hair hung loose, but no longer stringy. She laughed when she saw me and her eyes were welcoming, no longer jaded with crack and horse.

“Honey, I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry I had to leave you; please forgive me. Please, give me a chance to make all those unhappy years up to you.”

I gazed at her face and thought,
My mother is beautiful
, but then I stopped. Something was off.

Cicely! Cicely—can you hear me? Cicely!

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