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Caitlin Kittredge - Dark Days

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Jack Winter and his girlfriend Pete Caldecott have encountered a lot of strange creatures in the Black primordial demons, hungry ghosts, witch hunters, and the Prince of Hell himself, Belial. When Belial asks Jack for one last favor to help him keep his throne, Jack may have finally met his match because Belials rival is something that no one human or demon has ever seen before... Theres a revolution brewing in Hell, and Jack might be the only one who can stop Belials rival from ripping a hole between the Black and the mortal world a catastrophe that could be worse than Armageddon. But to win, Jack will have to do the one thing he swore he never would: become a servant to the Morrigan, and risk losing everything he knows and loves...including Pete.

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Dark Days

(The sixth book in the Black London series)

A novel by Caitlin Kittredge

CHAPTER 1

Everything tastes like ashes. The air above London is black no matter the time of day, smoke billowing from the burning districts south of the Thames. Sirens scream, echoing from building to building. People scream as hungry things chase them through the street, now the graveyard of cars long abandoned.

Not all people are victims. Some roam the darker, narrower parts of the city in packs, falling on man and creature alike.

Jack Winter watches the fires as they flourish and die. He watches the wraiths flit out over the water. He watches the zombies and the gangs alike feast on the flesh of men.

He tastes the ashes, the only thing that remains of a world that was once daylight and free of the knowledge that things like this existed, nearly close enough to touch.

But that wall fell, like all walls do, victims of time or pressure or circumstance. Now there is no division, no dark and daylight. There is just this world, burning and broken, and in it Jack Winter is alone.

* * *

Jack hated waking up. At times, he would keep his eyes pressed shut and imagine that when he opened them hed see the ceiling of his old flat, stained and blank. That instead of a car fire or raw sewage, hed smell coffee and a fry up. That instead of the constant sirens and blared announcements from the Territorial Army tanks roaming the streets, hed hear his daughter and his wife laughing.

He opened his eyes. He could see straight through to the sky. It was as black as the rest of the place, and he sat up and looked around at the hundreds of other bodies scattered across the floor of Kings Cross. Some slept, some smoked or ate tinned food with furtive expressions.

A few aid workers walked among them, and one started toward him with a vile meal-replacement bar that was quickly becoming the only thing you could reliably find to eat in London, if you werent into roasting stray cats or cannibalism.

Jack waved her off. The other poor bastards in this place needed food a lot more than he did. Kings Cross was one of the last safe zones in London, surrounded by holdouts from the army who hadnt cut and run when they started getting ripped apart by lycanthropes and zombies.

He hated the safe zones. Nothing but sad civilians, dirty and battered, always with fear in their eyes as they scoured each individual face for signs that it did, in fact, belong to a human.

The psychic frequencies in Kings Cross were calm, though, and it was the only place he could get any sleep. Whitechapel used to blank out his second sight with the sheer volume of static from the many bad deeds wrought on its earth, but now it was alive with ghosts, poltergeists, and wraithsguaranteed high-octane nightmare fuel for someone like Jack.

Besides, he didnt want to go back there. Lily and Pete had been there. And now

Are you sure youre not hungry? The nurse held out the wrapped bar to him. Jack caught a whiff and wrinkled his nose.

Foods not really a priority these days, luv.

She shoved the bar against his chest, until he was forced to take it or let it drop and shatter. He had to hand it to the civilianstheyd figured it out pretty quickly. Chop the head off a zombie, ward your safe spaces against the dead, and dont make skin-to-skin contact with anyone. Magic, especially black magic, used touch as a contact point, and everyone in the city had taken to swaddling up.

Try to keep your strength up, the nurse said, and moved on.

They all believed in it so quickly, Jack thought, watching a little girl sitting next to her sleeping parents, reading a coverless book with burnt edges. In magic, in the people who used it, in the creatures it spawned.

Sure, it had caused a mass panic and destroyed London as they knew it, but they all believed.

He could never have imagined such a thing when he was the girls age, still realizing that seeing and speaking to the dead wasnt something every snot-nosed brat could do.

She caught his eye. She and her parents were Indian, but he could see Lily in her face.

Who am I kidding, Jack thought. He saw Lily in every little girls face.

Here. He gave her the protein bar. She frowned at him.

Dont you need this?

Jack stood up and shouldered his kit, the stuff hed managed to grab from his flat before they had to run. Before

No, darling, he told the girl. Not where Im going.

CHAPTER 2

The safe zone extended from Kings Cross to the Ice Wharf on the canal, and down to Clerkenwell Road. A tiny slice of what had once been the most alive city in all the world, at least as far as Jack was concerned. London had so many layers of magic and death and blood and sex all piled on top of one another, you could never plumb the depths. That city, the one kept safely out of civilian gaze, and the daylight London, made it a place hed never wanted to leave.

Now he couldnt leave, because from all reports the rest of England was just as fucked.

Just shy of the barrier, Jack slipped through the wire and down the boarded-up steps to the Angel tube station. He could take the tunnels to Blackfriars and from there one of the ferry gangs would take him across the Thames.

He thought about the last meeting hed had with Ian Mosswood, a Fae creature who was one of the few not to abandon London for their own realm, the Courts. Mosswood, usually a chap who could pose for billboards, looked ragged, wrapped in a black coat, his salt-and-pepper hair mostly white. Fae didnt last long in the Black or the daylight world unless they were ancient and strong, which Mosswood was.

When theyd met, Jack had had the unpleasant realization that the world was a lot more buggered than hed let himself believe.

You know you cant possibly succeed, right? Mosswood had asked, keeping a close eye out for both the scavenger gangs and the menagerie of flesh-ripping creatures that roamed outside the safe zones.

Cheers, Ian, Jack said. Always like to hear that Im doomed from the start.

Mosswood handed him a scrap of vellum on which was both a liberal spatter of blood and an address.

Im dying, Mosswood said. Do you realize how absurd that is? I am eternal and yet I am dying.

Jack glanced at the paper now, then shoved it back in his pocket. The address was south of the river, deep in Elemental territory, and he remembered the sinking sensation in his gut that hed been careful not to let Mosswood see.

We all have to go sometime, mate, hed told Mosswood.

Youd do well to remember that, the Green Man replied. I wont see you again, Jack. This world has only a little time before theres nothing left but the ashes and the demons.

And the cockroaches, Jack had said, with a levity he didnt feel. His sense of humor had abandoned him on the day hed left Whitechapel.

Like I said, Mosswood muttered, and then turned and limped away.

Jack shook off his memories and forced himself to focus. The tunnels to the river were populated with nasty monsters, of course. Jack had a light, his hexing abilities, and a liberal spray of iron-and-salt packed shotgun rounds for anything that made it past the first line. Pete had had her old service weapon, which he was glad of when things went pear shaped, but the shotgun was better if you werent a former crack-shot police inspector like his wife. Point and shoot, no skill required.

The things north of the river were mostly scavengers, wraiths and the like that would rather feed on the dead than the living. Then there were the mole people, as Pete had called them, the humans whod taken to the underground when it all kicked off.

And the ghosts. Thick, packed, like commuters waiting for a train. Many of them had been, when theyd died, and most were so new they didnt even realize they were dead.

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