Nora Roberts - Heaven and Earth (Three Sisters Trilogy)

Heaven and EarthTitles by Nora Roberts HOT ICE SACRED SINS BRAZEN VIRTUE SWEET REVENGE PUBLIC SECRETS GENUINE LIES CARNAL INNOCENCE DIVINE EVIL HONEST ILLUSIONS PRIVATE SCANDALS BORN IN FIRE BORN IN ICE BORN IN SHAME HIDDEN RICHES TRUE BETRAYALS DARING TO DREAM HOLDING THE DREAM FINDING THE DREAM MONTANA SKY SEA SWEPT RISING TIDES INNER HARBOR SANCTUARY HOMEPORT THE REEF JEWELS OF THE SUN TEARS OF THE MOON HEART OF THE SEA RIVERS END CAROLINA MOON DANCE UPON THE AIR HEAVEN AND EARTH

THE VILLA (available in hardcover from G. P. Putnams Sons)

FROM THE HEART (anthology) ONCE UPON A CASTLE (anthology with Jill Gregory, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Marianne Willman) ONCE UPON A STAR (anthology with Jill Gregory, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Marianne Willman) ONCE UPON A DREAM (anthology with Jill Gregory, Ruth Ryan Langan, and Marianne Willman) Titles written as J. D. Robb NAKED IN DEATH GLORY IN DEATH IMMORTAL IN DEATH RAPTURE IN DEATH CEREMONY IN DEATH VENGEANCE IN DEATH HOLIDAY IN DEATH CONSPIRACY IN DEATH LOYALTY IN DEAT WITNESS IN DEATH JUDGMENT IN DEATH BETRAYAL IN DEATH SEDUCTION IN DEATH

SILENT NIGHT (anthology with Susan Plunkett, Dee Holmes, and Claire Cross)

OUT OF THIS WORLD (anthology with Laurell K. Hamilton, Susan Krinard, and Maggie Shayne) To all my sisters, not of blood but of the heart. Theres the magic.

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Prologue

THREE SISTERS ISLAND SEPTEMBER 1699 She called the storm. The gales of wind, the bolts of lightning, the rage of the sea that was both prison and protection. She called the forces, those that lived within her, those that dwelled without. The bright and the dark. Slender, with her cloak streaming back like bird-wings, she stood alone on the wind-whipped beach. Alone but for her rage and her grief. And her power. It was that power that filled her now, rushed inside her in wild, pounding strokes like a lover gone mad. And so, perhaps, it was. She had left husband and children to come to this place, left them under a spell-sleep that would keep them safe and unaware. Once she had done what she had come to do, she could never go back to them. She would never again hold their much-loved faces in her hands. Her husband would grieve for her, and her children weep. But she could not go back to them. And she could not, would not, turn from the path she had chosen. Payment must be made. And justice, however rough, would be met at last. She stood, arms outflung in the tempest she had conjured. Her hair flew free and wild, dark ribbons that slashed at the night like whips. You must not do this thing. A woman appeared beside her, burning as bright in the storm as the fire after which she was named. Her face was pale, her eyes dark with what might have been fear. It is already begun. Stop it now. Sister, stop before it is too late. You have no right. Right? She who was called Earth whirled, her eyes glowing fierce. Who has better right? When they murdered the innocents in Salem Town, persecuted and hunted and hanged, we did nothing to stop it. Stop one flood, cause another. You know this. We made this place. Fire stretched out her arms, as if to encompass the island that rocked in the sea. For our safety and our survival, for our Craft. Safety? You can speak of safety, of survival, now? Our sister is dead. And I grieve for her, as you do. Pleading, she crossed her hands between her breasts. My heart weeps as yours weeps. Her children are in our keeping now. Will you abandon them as well as your own? There was a madness in her, tearing at her heart as the wind tore at her hair. Even recognizing it, she could not defeat it. He will not go unpunished. He will not live while she does not. If you cause harm, youll have broken your vows. You will have corrupted your power, and what you send out in the night will come back to you threefold. Justice has a price. Not this. Never this. Your husband will lose a wife, your children a mother. And I another beloved sister. More, even more than that, you break faith with what we are. She would not have wanted this. This would not have been her answer. She died rather than protect herself. Died for what she is, for what we are. Our sister abjured power for what she called love. And it killed her. Her choice. One that stayed bitter in the throat long after it was swallowed. And still she harmed none. Do this thing, use your gift in this dark way, and you doom yourself. You doom us all. I cannot live, hidden here. There were tears in her eyes now, and in the storm-light, they burned red as blood. I cannot turn from this. My choice. My destiny. I take his life for hers, and damn him for all time. And calling for vengeance, shooting it like a bright and deadly arrow from a bow, she who was known as Earth sacrificed her soul. One

THREE SISTERS ISLAND JANUARY 2002 Sand, frosted with cold, crunched under her feet as she ran along the curving shore. Incoming waves left froth and bubbles lying on the crusted surface like tattered lace. Overhead, the gulls called, relentlessly. Her muscles had warmed, and moved fluid as oiled gears in the second mile of her morning run. Her pace was a fast and disciplined jog, and her breath rushed out in white plumes. And rushed in, sharp and cold as shards of ice. She felt fabulous. The wintry beach held no footprints but her own, and hers were stamped, new over old, as she jogged back and forth across the gentle sweep of winter beach. If shed chosen to do her three miles in one straight line, she could have crossed Three Sisters from side to side at its widest point. The idea of that always pleased her. The little clump of land off the coast of Massachusetts was hers, every hill, every street, every cliff and inlet. Deputy Ripley Todd felt more than affection for Three Sisters, its village, its residents, its well-being. She felt responsibility. She could see the rising sun glint against the windows of storefronts on High Street. In a couple of hours, the shops would open, people would walk along the streets going about the days business. There wasnt much of a tourist trade in January, but some would come over from the mainland on the ferry, poke about in the shops, drive up to the cliffs, buy some fresh fish right off the docks. For the most part, though, the winter was for islanders. She loved the winter best. At the end of the beach, where it bumped the edge of the seawall just below the village, she pivoted and headed back across the sand. Fishing boats plied an ocean that was the color of pale blue ice. It would change as the light strengthened, as the sky deepened. It never failed to fascinate her how many colors water could hold. She saw Carl Maceys boat, and a figure, tiny as a toy in the stern, raised a hand. She saluted back, kept running. With under three thousand islanders year-round, it wasnt hard to know who was who. She slowed her pace a bit, not only to cool down but to prolong the solitude. She often took her morning runs with her brothers dog, Lucy, but this morning she had slipped out alone. Alone was another thing she liked best. And shed wanted to clear her mind. There was a great deal to think about. Some of which she preferred not to, so she tucked those annoyances and problems away for now. What had to be dealt with wasnt precisely a problem. You couldnt call something that made you happy a problem. Her brother was just back from his honeymoon, and nothing could have pleased her more than to see how happy he and Nell were together. After all theyd been through, and what it had nearly cost, seeing them cozied up together in the house where she and Zack had grown up was pure satisfaction. And over the past months, since summer, when Nell had ended her flight from fear on the island, theyd become real friends. It was a pleasure to see the way Nell had bloomed, and toughened. But all that mushy stuff aside, Ripley thought, there was one little blight on the rose. And its name was Ripley Karen Todd. Newlyweds didnt need to share their love nest with the grooms sister. She hadnt given the matter a thought before the wedding, and even after, when shed waved them both off for a week in Bermuda, she hadnt seen the whole picture. But when theyd returned, all snuggling and flushed with a honeymoon haze, it couldnt have been more clear. Just-marrieds needed privacy. They could hardly have hot, spontaneous sex on the living room floor if she might stroll into the house any time of the day or night. Not that either of them had said anything about it. But they wouldnt. The pair of them might as well wear were-nice-people merit badges plastered on their chests. And that, Ripley thought, was something she would never be pinning on her own shirt. She stopped, used the outcropping of rocks at the far end of the beach for support as she stretched out calves, hamstrings, quadriceps. Her body was as lean and toned as a young tigers. She took pride in it, in her control over it. As she bent from the waist, the ski cap that shed tugged on fell to the sand and her hair, the color of varnished oak, tumbled free. She wore it long because it didnt require regular trims and styling that way. It was just another type of control. Her eyes were a sharp bottle green. When she was in the mood she might fuss with mascara and eyeliner. After considerable debate, shed decided her eyes were the best part of a face made up of mismatched features and angular lines. She had a slight overbite because shed despised her retainer. And she had the wide forehead and nearly horizontal dark eyebrows of the Ripley side of the family. No one would have accused her of being pretty. It was too soft a wordand would have insulted her in any case. She preferred knowing it was a strong and sexy face. The kind that could attract men. When she was in the mood for one. Which she hadnt been, she mused, for several months. Part of that was wedding plans, holiday plans, the time shed spent helping Zack and Nell unwind legal tangles so they could be married. And another part, she was forced to admit, was her own sense of annoyance and unease that lingered from Halloween, when shed ripped open pockets in herself that she had purposely sewn shut years before. Couldnt be helped, she thought now. Shed done what needed to be done. And had no intention of a repeat performance. No matter how many cool, smirky glances Mia Devlin shot her way. The thought of Mia brought Ripley back full circle. Mia had an empty cottage. Nell had rented it, then moved out when she married Zack. As much as Ripley hated the idea of having any sort of dealings, even straight business, with Mia, the yellow cottage was the perfect solution. It was small, private, simple. It just made sense, Ripley decided and started up the worn wooden steps that zagged from the beach toward the house. It was irritating, but it was practical. Still, maybe it wouldnt hurt if she took a few days, let the word out that she was looking for a place to rent. Somethingsomething that didnt belong to Miamight drop in her lap. Cheered by the possibility, Ripley bounded up the steps, jogged to the back porch. Nell would already be baking, she knew, just as she knew the kitchen would smell like heaven. The biggest advantage was that she wouldnt have to hunt up breakfast. It would just be there. Delicious, delightful, and on demand. As she reached for the doorknob, she saw, through the glass, Zack and Nell. They were wrapped around each other, she thought, like ivy on a flagpole. Wrapped around each other and wrapped up in each other. Oh, man. Hissing out a breath, she backtracked, then came back up on the porch stomping like a horse and whistling. It would give them time to peel themselves off each other. At least, she hoped it would. But it didnt solve her other problem. She was going to have to deal with Mia, after all.