(Night Watchmen #2)
foundation of lies, some with the intent to serve the greater good, and others
with the intent to serve one person’s giant ambitions. But the root of every
lie is exactly the same. They’re all equally deceitful, treacherous
propositions spewed from the mouths of men and woman alike.
They have the ability to confuse your heart and twist your mind. The problem
is, sometimes these lies become easier to believe than the truth. They become a
sort of safety net from reality, a way to avoid what lingers in the back of
your mind. And some say that over time, if you believe them long enough, they
happen in my case. But just like every lie ever told, all it takes is one small
crack in that foundation for the whole thing to come crashing down.
was a lie. A beautiful and heartrending lie. I wasn’t the Defect my parents
would regretfully see off to college before turning their backs on me. I wasn’t
the weak friend who didn’t have enough backbone to stand up for what’s right,
nor was I the loner without a purpose or a chance at real love. And I sure as
hell wasn’t the weapon Bael and the members of the Darkyn Coven intended me to
the weapon the Primeval Coven needs me be. Or so they keep saying.
Hunters and the Witches. They used to hate each other, even though they were on
the same team, back in the old days when cars didn’t exist and time was tracked
on a sundial. They hated each other so much that eventually a war was brought
on by one of the original Witches—a Divine named Mourdyn.
Covens. It was meant to wipe out the existence of every Hunter, and it
devastated the population of my people, the Primevals. It annihilated the
population of the Darkyns—the Witches who abandoned our Coven to follow the
whims of Mourdyn and his persuasive lies.
even—it can’t ever be fully erased. The scars it leaves behind on this earth
and in our hearts are eternal, and somewhere along the way, someone will pick
that lie back up and breathe life into it once more. Give it the wings it needs
to rise again. Only, this time, that lie will be stronger, with an even greater
from Bael’s wrath still tingle with echoes of the scorching fire he sent after
me after I escaped with Weldon, reminding me that I’m nowhere near ready for
the fight that’s sure to come.
Ethryeal City—to the heart of our Coven. It’s where Hunters and Witches in an
affinity bond enter as Night Watchmen and leave as Elites. Where those who have
broken our Coven laws go to face the High Priesthood. Where those who need
refuge… those like me… come to hide.
separated from everyone I know. They call it debriefing, but with every day
that passes, I’m beginning to wonder… to question how long it actually takes.
unfortunate and unplanned encounter with Bael—the Demon King of the
Underground. In these last seven days, I’ve made more promises than I can count
on two hands. And in those promises, I think I’ve told more lies than I ever
have in my life.
from inside my integrity and, in her place, deceit has crept in with the offer
of survival. If I just nod along with the many blending faces all interviewing
me, then maybe somehow, I’ll make it out of this phase in my life alive. I’ll
make it back into Jaxen’s arms and back into the graces of the friends I’ve
come to trust.
you can’t fool deceit. It knows every trick in the book.
I’ve recounted in specific order how my friends and I nearly lost our lives in
hopes that we’d gain an advantage on the Darkyn Coven and intercept them from
taking the Dagger of Retribution. The one that has the power to initiate the
removal of the Veil that separates the Underground and all its evil from the
humans. The very Dagger that only I
have the power to touch.
the Priesthood, and then by every general and Elder within the hierarchy of our
beneath the church owned by the Night Watchmen, when I haven’t been in a
laboratory undergoing strenuous testing, I’ve spent the remaining hours kept in
a holding cell stripped of all personality. Chained down by claustrophobia.
Shackled to the fears given free rein to destroy my hope.
walls, one white jumpsuit, a white bed, white sheets… the color was bleached
from my life the moment I crossed into the legendary Ethryeal City. I keep
trying to remember the last time I saw Jaxen’s face, but my soul has fed so
often on the happiness of that memory, I fear it’s disappearing. And I don’t
know when I’m going to see him again.
repressed. Controlled. But what they don’t know is they cannot control what
they do not own, and they do not own me. I can’t trust anyone. No one but
myself, because all I know is I am more of a threat to them than I thought.
Published by 48fourteen in 2012, Born in Flames went on to win Turning the Pages Book of the Year award in February of 2013. In January of 2014, the last book in the trilogy, From the Embers, was released, thusly completing the trilogy. She now works on the Night Watchmen Series, while guzzling Red Bulls and pretending to be a ninja on Heelys.