Seanan McGuire - Discount Armageddon

For Phil.

Lets dance.

Cryptid, noun:

1. Any creature whose existence has been suggested but not proved scientifically. Term officially coined by cryptozoologist John E. Wall in 1983.

2. That thing thats getting ready to eat your head.

3. See also monster.

Table of Contents

Prologue

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Nine

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Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

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Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

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Twenty-one

Twenty-two

Twenty-three

Twenty-four

Twenty-five

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

A small survivalist compound about an hours drive east of Portland, Oregon

Sixteen years ago

VERITY DANCED CIRCLES around the living room, her amateurish pirouettes and unsteady leaps accompanied by cheers and exultations from the horde of Aeslin mice perched on the back of the couch. The cheering of the mice reached a fever pitch on the few occasions where she actually managed to get both feet off the ground and land again without falling. Her brother looked up from his book, snorting once before returning to his studies. At nine, Alexander considered himself above younger sisters and their tendency to act like complete idiots when given the slightest opportunity.

Evelyn Price leaned against the hallway arch with her youngest daughter balanced against her hip, watching Verity dance. A hand touched her shoulder. She sighed without looking around. Kevin, I dont know what were going to do about getting her to take her studies more seriously.

Shes six. I wasnt taking my studies seriously at that age either.

Evelyn laughed. Should I ask the mice about that one, or would you like to admit that its a lie and save us all the sermon?

All Im saying is that shell settle down if we give her a little time. I promise, Evie. Shell come around. Kevin Price stepped up next to his wife. Antimony reached her three-year-old arms up toward him. He plucked her from her mothers hip, hoisting her up to his own shoulder. She giggled. What did Very decide she wasnt going to do this time?

Hide-and-seek, said Evelyn.

Most children treated hide-and-seek as a game. This alien behavior never failed to shock and scandalize the Price children once they achieved school age and went marching off to the local elementary to be socialized. For them, hide-and-seek was a serious business, one that centered on finding likely routes of ambush and escape and learning how to cut them off. Alex had received his first concussion during a game of hide-and-seek. He was five at the time. Kevin wasnt sure the boy had ever been so proud of himself before or since.

The thought of Verity refusing a hide-and-seek session was worrisome, especially since shed always been better at it than her brothera fact that made her want to play as often as possible. What did she want to do instead?

She says she wants to dance, Evelyn said, watching Verity whirl around the room like a tiny blonde dervish. Thats all. Just dance.

A nightclub in downtown Manhattan

Now

MUSIC PUMPED THROUGH THE CLUBS SPEAKERS, distorted until it was barely more than a pounding bass line with a sprinkling of grace notes. It was perfect dance music, the kind that makes feet tap and thighs twitch with the need to get up and move. My own feet were tapping. I forced them to stop. Thered be time for that soon enough, but for the moment, waiting was still the name of the game.

I hate waiting.

Sarah had managed to acquire a half-circle booth that was empty except for us. It would have been impossible for anyone else. Im not even sure she realized she was doing something impressive. I leaned sulkily back in my seat, trying to look casual as I sipped my nonalcoholic Cosmopolitanclub soda, grenadine, and a maraschino cherry for that finishing touchand scanned the dance floor.

So, Verity, tell me, are you looking for our nasty friend, or are you sizing up the competition? Sarahs tone was mild, but I could recognize the warning lurking underneath the question.

Sorry, I said, looking guiltily away from the floor.

Arent you always? Sarah was sitting in the center of the booth, partially so she could lounge nonchalantly against the burgundy vinyl cushions, and partially so she wouldnt be in the way if I needed to move suddenly. Her choice of seating had the added bonus of keeping the crowd at a distance, since the full length of the table was between her and the rest of the club. Sarah doesnt like being touched, something thats generally viewed as a major loss by the male population of whatever city shes in. She has classical black Irish coloring, with pale skin, thick black hair, and eyes that are an almost perfect ice blue. Add in her svelte figure and delicate features, and its no wonder shes beating the boys off with a stick.

Not that most of them would know how to handle the revelation that she bleeds clear and doesnt have a heartbeat, but hey, whats a little inhumanity between friends? Sarahs family, even if its through adoption. And theres something to be said for bringing a telepath along when youre hunting rogue cryptids through Manhattans hottest party spots. Without her, I would never have been able to get past the velvet rope.

She was still eyeing me. My minds on the job, I said defensively, plucking the cherry from my drink. Really. I swear.

Uh-huh. Sarah raised an eyebrow. Do we have to have the dont lie to the telepath talk again? It wont take long. I say dont lie to the telepath, it never works, you glare at me, and then you go find something you can hit.

Finding something I can hit is the plan. I popped the cherry into my mouth as I glanced at the dance floor. Mmm, food coloring and sugar. Hell show. His patterns have been regular up to now, and this is the next stop on his circuit.

Well, I dont know how much help Im going to be. Ghoul minds are hard to tell from human minds under the best of circumstances. With this many drunk, horny people in one place, Id be lucky to spot a serial killer, much less a ghoul.

If you do spot a serial killer, let me know. Sitting here is making my feet itch. My shoes were doing worse than that, but thats what I get for wearing five-inch heels. They have a practical applicationits almost impossible for me to pull off a good salsa without heels on. That doesnt make them comfortable. At least when I was dancing, I had something to distract me from the way they bent my arches.

Neither of us was dressed for comfort. Sarah was playing the bored celebutante, which necessitated that she wear the appropriate uniform: a skirt that could double as a belt, a backless silver handkerchief top, and knee-high leather boots. The temptation to snap a few pictures with my phone and mail them to our cousin Artie was almost impossible to resist. His head would probably explode.

Sarah looked miserable. That didnt matter; no matter how miserable she was, her telepathy would keep everyone around us seeing what they expected to see when they looked our way. Wearing the right things and drinking the right drinks just made it easier, since she didnt have to work as hard to convince them.