Kate Daniels 02 - Magic Burns

may as well have spilled from outer space through a crow-shaped hole in the atmosphere. Frost licked my skin.
    The crow’s claw gripped a huge bronze cauldron.
    Bran scooped a handful of metal garbage and hurled it. Jagged metal trash bit into the crow, puncturing his neck and back with a hoarse whine. Dark blood rolled from the jet feathers in fist-sized globules. The spheres detached from Morfran’s flesh and hung in the air, shimmering in the light of the dying sun.
    Bran hurled the contents of his other hand. A single piece sparkled and bit deep into the crow’s back—Morfran’s own axehead.
    The crow screamed.
    Like a drop of molten metal, the cauldron fell from his claws. A wail of pure rage sliced across my mind.
    Beneath the cauldron’s feet the earth sighed, opened like a hungry mouth, and belched more Fomorians into the light. They swarmed Bran.
    I hacked into them. Beside me the shapeshifters tore them to shreds, but there were too few of us and too many of them. I could not longer see Bran—he was buried beneath a heap of Fomorian bodies.
    The heap of demons fell apart. Bloody and battered, Bran heaved an ornate lid free of the dirt. It looked so tiny in his giant hand, no bigger than a Frisbee. Enormous pressure clasped me. My chest constricted. My bones groaned. Around me the shapeshifters and the Fomorians fell screaming in pain.
    Bran strained. Blood gushed from his wounds and with a terrible bellow he slammed the lid down onto the cauldron.
    The pressure vanished. Bran grinned, pulled the lid open, and vanished in a puff of mist. The lid went with him. That’s it, I realized. He has returned the lid to Morrigan and now he was done. But we, we still had a field of demons to clear.
    â€œKate!” The howl made me turn. Thirty yards away I saw Derek pointing a bloody clawed hand behind me. I spun and saw a familiar little figure on the cross, thrust into the ground only yards away. Julie.
    I scrambled over bodies to get to her. A shadow fell over me. I looked up in time to see a huge beak the color of polished iron strike at me. Morfran, still a crow. Boxed in by the Fomorians, I had no place to go. I dropped to my knees, ready to plunge Slayer into Morfran’s gut. The crow blotted out the sun and froze as huge clawed hands clasped its wings.
    With a roar that shook the Fomorians, Curran ripped into the crow. “Go!” he screamed. “Go!”
    I went, climbing over bodies, hacking, slashing, cutting, fixated on Julie. To the left, a clump of Fomorians broke from a vampire whose limbs they had torn and charged me.
    â€œKill the child!” The Shepherd’s hiss pierced the clamor of the battle. The Fomorians reversed their course.
    Twenty yards separated me from her. I wouldn’t make it in time.
    Bran materialized by Julie in a puff of mist. He was back in his human form. He hugged the cross and her with it. Mist puffed and all of it was gone. The Fomorians howled in fury.
    Bran popped in front of me, his hands empty, grinned…
    A swirl of green tentacles burst through his chest. His blood splashed me. His eyes opened wide. His mouth gaped.
    â€œBran!”
    He stumbled forward and fell on me, blood gushing from his mouth. Behind him the Shepherd hissed in triumph. I leaped over Bran, and slashed at the bastard’s face. Fish eyes glared at me with hate and then the top of his head slid aside and rolled into the dirt. His body stumbled. I cut it again, and again, and the sea-demon fell in pieces to never get up again.
    An unearthly cry rang through the field. Curran rose through the carnage, Morfran’s huge crow head in his hand. Covered in blood, he thrust the head to the sky and screamed, “Kill them! Kill them all! They are mortal!”
    The shapeshifters fell onto the Fomorians. I spun around and dropped to my knees by Bran.
    No. No, no, no.
    I flipped him over. He looked at me with his black eyes. “I saved the baby. I saved her. For you.”
    â€œMist! Mist damn you.”
    â€œToo late,” he whispered with bloody lips. “Can’t heal the heart. Good-bye, dove.”
    â€œDon’t die!”
    He just looked at me and smiled. I felt a thin line of pain stretch inside me, strained to the breaking point. It hurt. It hurt so much I couldn’t take another breath.
    Bran gasped. His body went rigid in my hands and I felt the last of him fluttering away.
    No!
    I clasped onto that last shiver of life.