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Caitlin Kittredge - The Nightmare Garden

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Everything Aoife thought she knew about the world was a lie. There is no Necrovirus. And Aoife isnt going to succomb to madness because of a latent strain she will lose her faculties because she is allergic to iron. Aoife isnt human. She is a changeling half human and half from the land of Thorn. And time is running out for her. When Aoife destroyed the Lovecraft engine she released the monsters from the Thorn Lands into the Iron Lands and now she must find a way to seal the gates and reverse the destruction shes ravaged on the world thats about to poison her.

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The Nightmare Garden

(The second book in the Iron Codex series)

A novel by Caitlin Kittredge

Man rules now where They ruled once;

They shall soon rule where man rules now.

After summer is winter, and after winter summer.

They wait patient and potent,

for here shall They reign again.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, The Dunwich Horror

1

The Dark City

IN MY DREAM, I am alone.

The spires of a ruined city reach for gunmetal clouds, the horizon a wound in the belly of the sky.

Acrid chemical smoke burns the insides of my nostrils, and all around, sirens wail, banshees made of iron, steel and steam.

A road stretches out before me, and I must walk. Walk toward the dead city, under the red sky stained with the black taint of fire and smoke.

Something breaks under my boot, and I know before I look down what Ill see.

Bones. Human skulls, femurs, ribs. The bones of other things as well, things that starved once the humans rotted away. Twisted spines, elongated jaws. Teeth.

I am alone. Alone except for the sirens, alone except for the burning, empty city on the edge of a rotting, polluted river green with algae, host to rubber-skinned, gibbous-eyed things with mouths large enough to swallow me whole and protruding stomachs ready to digest me.

Not even a ghoul remains to send up a howl. The city is dead. My city is dead.

My mother was in that city.

My mother is dead.

I am alone.

And I know that this city, this disaster, this spreading disease of flame and death, is all my fault.

I woke up with my head pounding and the rest of my body fever-hot. My thin blouse stuck to my skin, while the frozen air that swirled through the broken walls of the farmhouse raised steam off my bare legs. The Mists, this place where Id found myself, so far from my home, was unforgiving in every way, including the predawn temperature.

Kicking back the blankets from the half-rotted mattress, I pulled on my coat and shoes and stepped through the door. It was held in place by only one hinge, which let out a rusty shriek. I froze, but no one sleeping inside stirred.

We were all tired. Tired to the bone.

Outside, unfamiliar stars stared down impassively from a crumpled velvet sky. The horizon was silver now, not red like the sky of my dream, and I felt the pounding of my pulse and the sickness of the nightmare subside.

Couldnt sleep?

I had a bad dream, I said to Dean. He leaned against the clay wall, a Lucky Strike jammed between his lips, his hair falling in his face.

Dean blew out a blue cloud that blended with the sky. Id offer you one, but its my last pack. Somehow I doubt therell be a filling station around the next bend in the road.

I dont think so, I said quietly. I went and leaned against the wall next to him. I was shivering, and my stomach snarled at me. We hadnt exactly been eating regularly since wed run away from Lovecraft. Away from everything.

From what Id done, and from the city that poisoned me with its very existence. As long as I avoided the Iron Land, I could stave off the madness the world of men injected into my blood. Id managed to escape the fate shared by my mother and brothera descent into madness that took hold of every member of our family when we turned sixteenbut Id be safe only as long as I stayed away from the one place Id ever thought of as home. If I went back, the clock would begin ticking again. Id had less than a week when I left. Every minute I spent there shortened the span of my sanity.

But how long could I stay away? How long until the people who wanted me to pay for what Id done in Lovecraft caught up and hauled me back there? Once they did, Id be gone. Id be as crazy as my mother, poisoned by the city.

If my mother was still alive.

I couldnt think through this circle of frantic worry anymore. It was practically all Id thought about since the night Id run away with Dean, my friends Cal and Bethina and my brother, Conrad. No matter how I tried, I couldnt silence the voice: Eventually, theyll take you back there.

Dean dropped his cigarette butt and stomped on it, then collected the filter and tucked it away. He was adept at moving through a place and leaving no trace. Dean was a lot of things.

His arm went around me and pulled me close. Its gonna be all right, Aoife. Were gonna get out the other side of this, somehow.

Sixteen years of listening to how I should act like a proper lady tugged at meI should have told him to take his arm off me, but I moved closer instead. Dean smelled like Dean, like tobacco and old leather and that boy smell of sweat and hair grease. He was practically the only familiar thing in this place, and I was clinging to him with all my might. You cant possibly know that, I mumbled into his jacket, sliding my arms inside and feeling the warmth of his skin and his body.

No, Dean agreed. But men are supposed to say things like that to the womenfolk. Right?

I wouldnt know, I said. Im not very good at being womenfolk.

I promise, then, Dean said. From me to you: nothing is going to happen to you while Im around. He pressed his face against my hair, stirring up the already unruly nest of crows-feather black atop my head. All the Graysons had black hair and gray eyes; even my mothers fair hair and complexion hadnt changed that.

My mother, whom Id abandoned in Lovecraft. When Id left Lovecraft in shambles, burning and destroyed because of what Id done to its Engine, the heart that drove the city, Id promised to come back for her. That was before Id realized the scale of what had happened. Rip out the heart of something and it will die. Id been a fool, and Id listened to the wrong whispers, and now my mother could be dead and Lovecraft was a wasteland.

Dean, what am I going to do? I whispered. I cant go back there.

He sighed. Princess, I havent the faintest idea whats coming next. But youll think of something. You always do. He planted a kiss on my hairline and straightened. Youre the brains of this operation, remember?

The sun was almost up, and the silver line was turning blue and gold. Sunrises were different here in the Mists, the unknowable land between lands, the thin place where things that didnt like the light hid. The sun never shone, not really. It was a dull silver flame rather than a fireball. Just another strange piece of this strange land wed all fallen into.

I could admit it, alone with Dean.

I was lost, and I had no idea how to find my way home. And now, I didnt even know where home might lie.

2

In the Mists

BEFORE THE OTHERS woke and after Dean had gone to check that the road was clear, I got my battered composition book out of my bag and opened it on my knees. The book was half full of my engineering homework. It was from my other life, from when I was a schoolgirl who thought that magic was a lie and that a virus was responsible for things like inhuman creatures and uncanny abilities, ghosts and prophetic dreams.

That girl was gone. The Aoife writing was a new girl, one whod discovered that the necrovirus was a hoax perpetrated by men who sought the magic for themselves. Who were hunting me, even now. The old Aoife wanted to panic, felt the tightening in her chest even now, watched ink dribble from her pen as her hand started to shake. How was I ever going to stop being a fugitive, knowing what I knew?

But the new Aoife didnt have the luxury of curling up in a ball and pretending the outside world didnt exist. She had to learn how to be strong and unbending, how to evade the men chasing her and the disease that was eating her mind away from within. Had to, because she had no other choice.

I wrote it all down. I had to write. It was my duty now, because the person who should have been writing this account, my father, was long gone and my brother wasnt interested. I was the last Grayson still able to record her strange life, as all Graysons before me had. Still, I felt like a fraud the moment I put pen to paper.

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