Sarah Rees Brennan - The Demons Covenant (Demons Lexicon)

The
DEMONS COVENANT

Also by Sarah Rees Brennan

The Demons Lexicon

THE DEMONS LEXICON TRILOGY
BOOK TWO

SARAH REES BRENNAN

MARGARET K. McELDERRY BOOKS

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Copyright 2010 by Sarah Rees Brennan

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The text for this book is set in Dante MT.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Brennan, Sarah Rees.

The demons covenant / Sarah Rees Brennan.1st ed.

p. cm.(The demons lexicon trilogy)

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Mae feels that even though her world is out of control, she must find a way to protect the demon Nick from his brother Alans betrayal.

ISBN 978-1-4169-6381-3 (hardcover)

ISBN 978-1-4424-0617-9 (eBook)

[1. DemonologyFiction. 2. MagicFiction. 3. SecretsFiction. 4. BrothersFiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.B751645De 2010

[Fic]dc22

2009040798

FOR CHIARAmy best friend, and the best thing I ever found in a library

Someone very wise once told me the second book is harder than the first: If the last one took a village, this took a city. But luckily I had a wonderful city to hand, and to thank!

Thanks to Kristin Nelson, agent extraordinaire, and the whole fabulous team at the NLA.

Thanks to Karen Wojtyla, otherwise known as the mistress of my soul, who, ably supported by Emily Fabre, stopped me babbling and using Terrible Romantic Clichs. Thanks to my UK editor, Venetia Gosling, who quite agreed with her, and my copy editor, Valerie Shea, who agreed with both of them!

Thanks to Simon & Schuster in their entirety, both in the US and in the UK, and to all my lovely foreign publishers as well. Your amazing support of the first book means that I trust you all absolutely with this one!

Thanks to Nicole Russo and Anna McKean, for organizing the best US tour ever, and Scott Westerfeld for making every day of it fun. And to Kathryn McKenna for going around England with me, and the whole publicity team at S&S UK! Thanks to all the librarians and booksellers I met and have yet to meetits an honor and a privilege!

Thanks to Saundra Mitchell, who read the second draft and told me I would get there, and to Justine Larbalestier, who read the fourth draft and told me I had.

To Team Castle: Ally Carter, Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Sarah Cross, Carrie Ryan, Diana Peterfreund, Robin Wasserman, Maureen Johnson, Holly Black, and Cassandra Clare, in memory of kittens, murders, and snickerdoodles.

To the S Club, Susan and Sinad, due to much writing and more cupcakes.

To the Clique, who know who they are and keep me sane(ish).

To my friends and family, who showed up at events, cheered me on, and (shockingly) still answer the phone when I call, despite suffering through all that.

Thanks to Natasha, who never stops believing, and Jenny, who wishes we both would.

And thank you so much to the fans of The Demons Lexicon, whose response to the book has awed and delighted me. The emails, the art, getting to meet and talk to you guysI would still write if nobody read the books, but you all make it ten times more fun.

1
Magic on Burnt House Lane

Any minute now, Rachel said, something terrible is going to happen to us.

The area around Burnt House Lane was deserted at this time of night. The cracks in the pavement that Mae hardly noticed by day had turned into shadowy scars along the cement, tracing jagged paths that led into the dark of yet another dead-end alley. They peered down into the alley and made the silent mutual decision to walk on extremely fast. Mae was in the lead.

Come on, this is an adventure.

Rachel muttered behind her, Im pretty sure thats what I just said.

Mae had to concede that this might not have been one of her better ideas. Shed just wanted something different now that she was finally able to leave the house, something a little exciting, and a party in an empty warehouse near Burnt House Lane had seemed the perfect plan.

A streetlamp above slowly winked its single evil orange eye, and night swallowed them at a gulp. The light sputtered back on with a grudging crackle and night spat them up, but by then Rachel and Erica had both walked into Maes back and were huddling together.

Rachel was shivering. I think this may be the worst situation I have ever been in.

Dont be an idiot, said Mae. Ive been in much worse situations than this.

She shivered and thought of the knife sliding in her sweaty grasp, the terrible resistance as she had sunk it into skin. She remembered the blood on her hands.

Rachel and Erica didnt know anything about what had happened last month. They still thought shed run off to London with her poor misguided brother on some crazy impulse.

Her mother thought that too, which was why Mae had been grounded for two weeks, picked up outside school in Annabels car like one of the younger kids who ran from school to car, frantic to exchange one cage for another.

Mae closed her eyes, more desperate to escape than any of them, and the dying streetlamps and broken lane faded away. She remembered bright lanterns flooding the forest with gold, dancing with an edge of danger so she wasnt sure if she was sweating from exhilaration or fear, and black eyes on hers.

Shed seen magic. And now shed lost it.

She wasnt thinking about that, though. She was finally out for the night and she was going to have a good time. She was going to see Seb, and she wasnt going to think about anyone else.

There was a clatter and movement in the shadows. Mae jumped and Erica grabbed her arm, five sharp fingernails biting like a small scared animal.

Its fine, Mae said loudly, more to herself than her friends. Shed walked around Burnt House Lane after dark hundreds of times. Shed never been scared before. She wasnt going to start being scared now just because she knew exactly what could be watching.

Mae walked on, keeping her stride measured and sure, and nothing followed them that she could hear.

Theres nothing to worry about, she told Erica. Nothing.

They reached the next alley and saw the warehouse where the party was being held, its windows streaming steady yellow light. Erica took a deep breath, and Mae grinned.