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Kelly didn’t believe in ancient prophecies.
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First published by Allen & Unwin in 2020
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Contents
1 An Artist’s Temper 1
2 Training 10
3 Control 19
4 A Show of Strength 28
5 A Wise Plan 33
7 The Orphanage 51
8 Sister Anna 63
9 The Armstrongs 70
15 Woman 144
4
He made a beckoning motion and felt the warm
glow of Lucifer’s Ring on his middle finger. Hannah
struggled, but she had no chance against his power.
‘Such graceful arms,’ said William.
Hannah gasped as the colour lifted from her
arm up into the air, and swirled towards William’s
outstretched left hand. It began passing through his
right hand onto the canvas. Hannah stared at her
now-translucent arm in horror.
‘When did Kelly get her powers?’ said William.
‘I told you!’ said Hannah. ‘I don’t know about
any powers! She got a lump on her head, so we went
to the hospital. That was the last time I saw her.’
William sighed, and moved his hand towards her
other arm.
‘No! Don’t!’
‘Give me something I can work with, dear
Hannah. Had she ever been in touch with a man
called Stanley Solomon?’
‘I’ve never heard that name in my life!’
More colour streamed through the air, and a
second arm appeared on the canvas.
‘This can all be reversed,’ said William, ‘if you just
cooperate.’
‘You’re a monster!’ screamed Hannah. ‘A pathetic
monster, deluded in holding yourself above others—’
‘Silence!’ bellowed William, rising to his feet.
‘How dare you speak to me that way!’
His hand movements quickened, and Hannah
cried out as the brown of her hair, the blue of her
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jeans, her yellow shirt, her cherry lips, all curled away
from her. Working furiously, William painted the
bars around her too, as well as the cell itself, and all
of it took shape again upon the canvas.
His own throbbing heartbeat thundered in
his ears, such was his anger. His hands wove ever
faster . . . until he fell back into the chair, breathing
hard.
Curse my weak heart, he thought, as his vision
reeled. He would need a sip or two from the Holy
Grail after this ordeal.
A breeze rustled his hair, and he surveyed the
results of losing his temper. There was now a hole in
his castle.
‘Oops. . . Summon the builders,’ William shouted
at one of his guards, and the young man scurried off.
William’s gaze came to rest on his new painting.
Normally he rendered his subjects in happy poses,
with bright smiles and sparkling eyes. This time he
had gotten so worked up, he had neglected to do so.
How had he allowed Hannah to get under his
skin? What did he care what she thought? She was
just a common woman, and he was a god among
men. Still, she had tricked him, somehow, into
creating an ugly object he couldn’t enjoy.
No matter, he thought. It will still suit my purposes
well enough.
When Kelly Swift saw her mother in such a state,
it would surely bring her running.
And if there was one thing Kelly Swift could do,
it was run.
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Training
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holed up in a workers’ cupboard, which had at least
kept them clear of the rats and the smell.
The next day, after spending a long time winding
through dark tunnels, they had located a manhole
cover which led up to the edge of the Industrial Zone,
where they’d found this abandoned warehouse.
Stanley had wasted no time starting Kelly’s
‘training’, as he called it. She found it a bit annoying,
as she didn’t think they knew each other well enough
for him to appoint himself some kind of guru – but
she knew he meant well, so she didn’t object.
Her horn tingled as his thoughts
arrived in her head.
If you can’ t master your emotions, we may all be
doomed.
‘Did you mean for me to hear that?’ she said.
Stanley’s curly eyebrows twitched. ‘Perhaps.’
‘Well, just talk to me like a normal person.’
‘Dear girl, you are anything but normal,’ said
Stanley. ‘You’re our one hope of defeating the Soul
Collector.’
‘What if he hurts her?’ said Kelly. ‘What if he
paints her?’
‘We already know you have the ability to reverse
that.’
‘With flowers,’ said Kelly. ‘With vines and
dandelions and a park bench. We’re talking about
a human being here – my mother. And I’m sorry to
say it, but you don’t have much experience training
unicorn girls, do you?’ She felt bad about being so
blunt, but there was little point in denying the truth.
‘You’re just making it up as you go along.’
Stanley’s shoulders sagged, and Kelly realised he
had been making an effort to hold them up. He was
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tired, she sensed, but had been trying to be strong.
‘I have to hope,’ he said, ‘that you can bring back
people too. Please try to work with me, Kelly. This
isn’t a game.’
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Kelly prickled at his words. As if she didn’t know
how serious this was!
‘You think I’m treating this like a game?’ she
snapped. ‘Aren’t games supposed to be fun?’
Stanley softened. ‘My apologies, Kelly. I chose
my words poorly. I didn’t sleep very well on the
warehouse floor last night, not to mention . . . well,
everything else.’
Kelly immediately felt awful. These ugly feelings
just weren’t her. She hadn’t meant to belittle an old
man who was only trying to help. She decided she
would also try to choose her words more carefully.
‘I’m sorry too,’ she said. ‘I’m just really worried.
It’s a lot of pressure to be responsible for – you know
– the future of everything.’
‘The Collector has one of my loved ones too,’ said
Stanley.
‘What?’
‘My wife,’ said Stanley. ‘He painted her as
punishment because I dared to question him. I’m
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in this with you for the long haul, Kelly. Whatever it
takes. Do or die. You’ll not be alone in this.’
Kelly realised there were tears in his eyes, and felt
her own well up in answer.
‘I used to think there was no hope of getting her
back,’ said Stanley, ‘but now, with your powers . . .’
‘We’ll get them back,’ Kelly promised. ‘Both
of them. And anyone else William James has
imprisoned.’
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Stanley nodded gratefully, and Kelly ached to
take away his pain. How long, she wondered, had he
lived with this grief?
‘I’m not claiming to have all the answers,’ said
Stanley. ‘And you’re right, I don’t know exactly how
to train you. But maybe we can work it out together,
eh? Two heads are better than one.’
‘Usually I’d agree,’ said Kelly, with a weak smile,
‘but these days I can hear everything that goes on
inside both heads.’
Stanley thought about this for a moment.
‘If that’s what’s bothering you,’ he said, ‘then
that’s what we should work on first.’