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Copyright 2011 by Heather Brewer
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Brewer, Heather.
Summary: The summer before ninth grade, when Joss sets off to meet his uncle and hunt down the beast that murdered his younger sister three years earlier, he learns he is destined to join the Slayer Society.
ISBN : 978-1-101-54781-6
PZ7.B75695Chrv 2011
[Fic]dc22 2011006061
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To my Minion Horde:
Without you, I am nothing.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost, an incredible amount of gratitude is due to my editor, Liz Waniewski, for her brilliance and saintlike patience. You make me a better writer, Liz, and the world needs more people like you in it.
Much love, respect, and props go to my fabulous agent, Michael Bourret, who keeps me (somewhat) sane and on the road to success, no matter what.
Well-deserved thanks and high-fives to Team Vlad at Penguin Young Readers. You know who you are, and I owe you big-time for your support, your friendship, and your unfailing belief in me and my characters. Without your blood, sweat, and tears, who knows where Vlad (and now Joss) would be?
Hugs and kisses to my incredibly supportive sister, Dawn Vanniman, for being there for me, and for being awesome. And all sorts of love to my Minions, who understand me like I understand them. You get me like nobody else does, Minions, and this book is for you.
Paul, Jacob, and Alexandriayou never fail to amaze me, Brewer Clan. When I am down, you lift me up. When I am sad, you make me laugh. And when I am telling you all about what the voices in my head told me to do, you nod and smile in the way that I need you to. Thank you for being my everything. I couldnt do any of this without you.
PROLOGUE
Abrahams heels clicked along the marble floor as he moved the length of the room. His breaths were even, as usual, but there was a tension in his musclesan imminent dread that was impossible to ignore. The room was dim, the only light pouring in from the arched windows all along its longer side. It was growing dark. The sun was setting behind the building, casting a warm orange glow across the sky. Outside the window, the shadowed London Eye stood watch.
Seated in a tall, ornately carved chair at the end of the room was a man in his eighties, his hair frosty white. His eyes spoke with wisdom beyond anything that Abraham had yet to experience. To the old mans left and right were several smaller, but just as ornate, chairs holding several other people, each of varying age and experience. Abraham knew each of themsome better than othersbut no words or expressions of greeting were offered. This was not a social visit. He had been summoned for a distinct and important purpose.
As Abraham approached, he knelt, following the usual pomp and circumstance of a Slayer Society Headquarters meeting. With a nod, the old man gestured for him to stand and respond to his summons. Abraham stood, cleared his throat, and began. Masters, you have called me here with a questionthe question of who will be next in my bloodline worthy of serving our noble cause. I submit to you that I have seen evidence of the Slayer gene in my nephew Greg McMillan, and call upon you for permission to approach the boy with enlightenment.
A murmur passed through the gathered group, one filled with a doubt that troubled Abraham, though he would never admit to it. Once the murmurs had quieted, the elderly man spoke. You have been called upon to answer that question, yes, Abraham. But what of the child we have asked about? He seems far more likely to wield a stake someday than your nephew Greg. As you know from tracing the bloodline, it has been determined that the next Slayer in your family will likely be a niece or nephew. But it is highly more likely that the child will be fostered by your brother Harold than your brother Michael. The genetic tests that weve run on hair and blood samples collected from both your brothers show that the Slayer gene is in its dormant state within Harolds genes, which means that his offspring are the likely receivers. The odds of this gene skipping generations and miraculously appearing within one of Michaels children is preposterous.
Abraham counted two heartbeats before he spoke again. Harold has a son and daughter. But neither Joss nor Cecile seems the right fit for the Societys needs. Both are far too emotional, and
They are children, and children are emotional creatures, Abraham. The old man waved his hand dismissively through the air. Tell us more about your nephew Joss.
Abraham paused. He was never one to openly disagree with the Societys whims, but for a brief moment, he hesitated before answering. Joss is currently ten years of age. Smart enough, with quick reflexes and adequate speed. But he lacks the drive to further his physical attributes, to better himself in that regard, of his own accord.
He is not yet training age. Eight more years may awaken that drive within him.
Abrahams chest tightened. He is also incredibly empathetic.
He has a scientific mind.
He is not the next Slayer. Despite his mastery of self-control, Abrahams voice rose, echoing off the walls of the Slayer Society Headquarters. Once he realized it, he dropped his eyes in shame.
The old man leaned forward, his demeanor calm, his expression full of compassion. We believe that he is, Abraham. The sooner you come to accept that, the sooner you can begin preparations for his training.
Abraham shook his head, his eyes still on the marble floor below. When he spoke, his voice had softened to a near whisper, as if to make up for his previous tone. Joss is weak. Not just emotionally. Physically. Im not sure he could survive the training.
The man sighed heavily and sat back in his chair. Then he will die, Abraham, and your bloodline in the Society will end. But if he is the next Slayer in your family, you will train him. Of that, you have no choice.
And if he refuses to train? Even as the question left his tongue, Abraham reached out for it with all his wanting, but it was too late. Hed asked a query to which he already knew the answer.
The old man met and held his gaze, a look of sadness about him as he replied, Kill him quickly. Family deserves mercy.