Rise of the Evening Star

The revenant glared up at him. Seth could not move.

His arms trembled. The final spark of confidence was dying.

Seth could feel the deluge of irrational fear waiting to overwhelm him. In a moment it would. The revenant reached up, both hands moving slowly but purposefully toward Seth’s neck.

Seth thought about all the people depending on him.

Coulter had sacrificed himself for him. Kendra was alone in the cottage. His grandparents and Dale were trapped in a dungeon. He could do this. Courage was his thing. It didn’t have to be fast. He just had to get there.

Seth focused on the nail and began moving the pliers toward it. He could not move quickly. It was as if the air had become a gel. If he tried to go fast, his progress halted.

Pushing slowly and steadily, the hand with the pliers gradually advanced.

The hands of the revenant reached his throat. Fingers so cold they burned pressed into his flesh. The rest of his body was numb.

Seth didn’t care. The pliers kept moving. Strong, merciless fingers squeezed his neck tighter. Seth gripped the wooden nail with the pliers. He tried to yank it out, but it would not budge.

Seth felt like he was drowning. The spark of confidence was gone, but grim determination remained. The only sensation was the searing pain in his neck. Ever so slowly, his arm363 feeling distant, hardly connected, Seth began withdrawingthe nail, watching it slide out centimeter by centimeter. The nail was longer than he expected-it kept coming and corning, bloodlessly emerging from the hole it had long inhabited.

His hand slowed. It felt like the air was congealing from a gel to a solid. The strangling grip of the revenant prevented him from breathing. Sweat beaded on his brow.

With dreamlike slowness, the last of the long wooden nail emerged from the neck. He saw a tiny space between the tip of the nail and the empty hole. For an instant, Seth thought he noticed something flicker across the revenant’s face, relief in the eyes, the hideous smile becoming slightly more sincere.

And then the air was no longer solid, and he was falling, and everything went dark.364The Inverted Tower

Wearing a blanket like a shawl, Kendra straddled a thick limb in a tree with a good view of the cottage.

The night was just cool enough to make her glad for the blanket, which was currently invisible along with the rest of her. Before climbing to her current perch she had crisscrossed the area touching the boles of several other trees, in case an imp tried to track her scent.

Although she felt exhausted, her precarious position helped motivate her to keep alert. If she nodded off, she would fall about ten feet and receive a very rude awakening from the uncaring ground. She had spent the majority of her time astride the limb either furious at Seth or fretting about him. It was not fair that he had abandoned her and left her vulnerable, nor that he had taken action without consulting365 her. But she also realized that he was trying to do what hethought was right, and that he would probably pay a heavy price for his misguided bravery, which gave her a reason to rein in her unkind thoughts.

Tense and anxious, Kendra strained her eyes and ears for any sign of an enemy approaching, or of Mendigo returning.

She was unsure how she would proceed once Mendigo reappeared.

Even though it was too late to save Seth from his fate, a big part of her wanted to go after him rather than flee

Fablehaven. At the same time, she knew that if she could find the Sphinx, it might be her best chance to rescue her grandparents and maybe even discover a way to restore Seth,

Tanu, Coulter, and Warren from their albino states.

Waiting impatiently on the limb, Kendra was stunned to see Warren climb out onto the observation platform atop the cottage. She watched him in astounded silence as he stretched and rubbed his arms. The night was too dim for her to observe details, but he appeared to be moving about like a normal person.

Warren! she hissed.

He jumped and turned toward her. Who’s there? he asked.

She was so surprised to hear him speak that it momentarily prevented her from answering. You can talk! Oh my gosh! What happened?

Of course I can talk. I’m sorry-who are you?

I’m Kendra. She couldn’t believe it. He seemed perfectly fine.

I’m going to need a little more to go on. He squinted366 in her direction. The night probably looked darker to himthan it did to her, and of course she was invisible.

I’m Kendra Sorenson. Stan and Ruth are my grandparents.

If you say so. What compelled you to hide in a tree in the middle of the night? Can you tell me how I got here?

Meet me at the back door, Kendra said. I’ll be there in a second. Warren had somehow been cured! She was no longer alone! She slid off the limb and climbed down from the tree. Taking off the glove, she walked out from among the trees and through the garden to the back door, where

Warren met her.

Standing in the doorway, he studied her. He looked even more handsome now that he had possession of himself. His striking eyes were a silvery hazel. Had they been that color before? It’s you, he said in curious wonder. I remember you.

From when you were mute? she asked.

Was I mute? That’s a first. Come inside.

Kendra entered. You were a mute albino for a few years.

Years? he exclaimed. What year is it?

She told him and he looked flummoxed. They walked to the table in the main room.

He ran a white hand through his thick hair, then stared at his palm. I thought I was looking sort of bleached, he said, flexing his fingers. The last thing I remember was something coming toward me in the grove. It could have been yesterday. I was overcome by a panic like I had never367 known, and my mind withdrew to a dark place. I felt nothingthere, hemmed in by pure terror, disconnected from my senses, retaining a groggy semblance of self-awareness. Near the end I saw you, wreathed in light. But it felt like hours lapsing, not days, certainly not years.

You’ve been catatonic, Kendra said. There is a revenant in the grove, and everybody who goes there ends up like you did.

I haven’t wasted away too terribly, he said, patting himself. I feel a tad slimmer, but not withered like I should be after years in a coma.

You could move around, but always in a daze, Kendra explained. Your brother Dale made sure you got exercise.

He took good care of you.

Is he here?

He’s locked in the dungeon with my grandparents,

Kendra said. The entire preserve is in danger. Members of the Society of the Evening Star have taken over the house.

One of them is a narcoblix, so I’ve been awake for a couple of days straight. They are trying to get the artifact.

He raised his eyebrows. You’re saying there isn’t going to be a Welcome-Back-from-Your-Coma Party?

Kendra smiled. Until we rescue the others, I’m all you get.