Sample text for Hunted : a house of night novel / P. C. Cast and Kristin Cast.


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Chapter One The dream began with the sound of wings. In retrospect I realize I
should have known that was a bad sign, what with the Raven
Mockers being set loose and all, but in my dream it was just background
noise, kinda like a fan whirring or the TV turned on to the
QVC. In my dream I was standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow.
It was night, but there was an enormous full moon hovering just
above the trees that framed the meadow. It cast a silver blue light
strong enough to throw shadows and made everything look like it
was underwater, an impression that was strengthened by the gentle
breeze blowing the soft grasses against my bare legs in sweeps and
whirls like waves lapping sweetly against a shore. That same wind was
lifting my thick dark hair from my naked shoulders and it felt like silk
floating against my skin. Bare legs? Naked shoulders? I looked down and let out a little yip of surprise. I was wearing a
seriously short buckskin minidress. The top of it was cut in a wide
V, front and back, so that it hung off my shoulders, leaving lots of
skin visible. The dress itself was amazing. It was white and decorated
with fringe, feathers, and shells and seemed to glow in the moonlight.
All over it was beaded with intricate designs that were impossibly
beautiful. My imagination is so darn cool! The dress tickled a memory, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to think
too hard— I was dreaming! Instead of pondering de;jà vu moments I
danced gracefully through the meadow, wondering if Zac Efron or
even Johnny Depp was going to suddenly appear and flirt outrageously
with me.
I peeked around as I twirled and swayed with the wind and thought
I saw the shadows flicker and move oddly within the massive trees. I
stopped and was trying to squint so I could get a closer look at what
was going on in the darkness. Knowing me and my weird dreams, I’d
created bottles of brown pop hanging from the limbs like bizarre fruit,
just waiting for me to pick them. That’s when he appeared. At the edge of the meadow, just inside the shadows of the trees, a
shape materialized. I could see his body because the moonlight
caught the smooth, naked lines of his skin. Naked? I stopped. Had my imagination lost its mind? I wasn’t really up
to frolicking around a meadow with a naked guy, even if he was the
amazingly mysterious Mr. Johnny Depp. “You hesitate, my love?” At the sound of his voice a shiver passed through my body, and
terrible, mocking laughter whispered through the leaves of the trees.
“Who are you?” I was glad that my dream voice didn’t betray the
fear I was feeling. His laughter was as deep and beautiful as his voice, and as frightening.
It echoed in the limbs of the watching trees until it drifted almost
visible in the air around me. “Do you pretend you do not know me?” His voice brushed against my body, making the little hairs on my
arms stand up. “Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You’re a mixture
of Zac and Johnny.” I hesitated, peering at him. I spoke nonchalantly
even though my heart was beating like crazy because it was
already obvious this guy was not a mixture of those two actors. “Well,
maybe you’re Superman or Prince Charming,” I said, reaching for
anything but the truth. “I am no figment of your imagination. You know me. Your soul knows
me.” I hadn’t moved my feet, but my body was slowly being drawn toward
him, like his voice was pulling me. I reached him and looked
up and up . . . It was Kalona. I’d known him from the first words he’d spoken. I
just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. How could I have dreamed
him? Nightmare—this had to be a nightmare and not a dream. His body was naked, but it wasn’t completely substantial. His
form wavered and shifted in time with the caressing breeze. Behind
him, in the dark green shadows of the trees, I could see the ghostly
shapes of his children, the Raven Mockers, as they clung to the limbs
with the hands and feet of men and stared at me with men’s eyes
from the mutated faces of birds.
“Do you still claim not to know me?” His eyes were dark— a starless sky. They seemed the most substantial
thing about him. That and his liquid voice. Even though this
is a nightmare, it’s still mine. I can just wake up! I want to wake up! I
want to wake up! But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wasn’t in control. Kalona was. He’d built
this dream, this dark, nightmare meadow, and somehow brought me
there, closing the door to reality behind us. “What do you want?” I said the words quickly so he couldn’t hear
my voice shaking. “You know what I want, my love. I want you.” “I am not your love.” “Of course you are.” He moved this time, stepping so close to me
that I could feel the chill that came from his unsubstantial body. “My
A-ya.” A-ya had been the name of the maiden the Cherokee Wise Womenhad created to trap him centuries ago. Panic spiked through me. “I’m
not A-ya!” “You command the elements,” his voice was a caress, awful and
wonderful, compelling and terrifying. “Gifts from my Goddess,” I said. “Once before you commanded the elements. You were made from
them. Fashioned to love me.” His massive dark wings stirred and lifted.
Beating forward softly, they enfolded me in a spectral embrace that
was cold as frost. “No! You must have me mixed up with someone else. I’m not A-ya.”“You’re wrong, my love. I feel her within you.” His wings pressed against my body, drawing me closer to him.
Even though his physical form was only semi-substantial, I could
feel him. His wings were soft. Winter cold against the warmth of
my dreaming self. The outline of his body was frigid mist. It burned
my skin, sending electric currents through me, heating me with a desire
I didn’t want to feel but was powerless to resist. His laugh was seductive. I wanted to drown in it. I leaned forward,
closing my eyes and gasping aloud as the chill of his spirit brushed
against my breasts, sending shooting sensations that were painful
but deliciously erotic to places in my body that made me feel out of
control. “You like the pain. It brings you pleasure.” His wings got more insistent,
his body harder and colder and more passionately painful as
it pressed against mine. “Surrender to me.” His voice, already beautiful,
was unimaginably seductive as he became aroused. “I spent centuries
in your arms. This time our joining will be controlled by me, and
you will revel in the plea sure I can bring you. Throw off the shackles of
your distant goddess and come to me. Be my love, truly, in body as well
as soul and I will give you the world!” The meaning of his words penetrated through the haze of pain and
pleasure like sunlight burning away dew. I found my will again, and
stumbled out of the embrace of his wings. Tendrils of icy black smoke
snaked around my body, clinging . . . touching . . . caressing . . .I shook myself like a pissed cat shaking off rain and the dark
wisps slid from my body. “No! I’m not your love. I’m not A-ya. And
I’ll never turn my back on Nyx!” When I spoke Nyx’s name, the nightmare shattered.
I sat straight up in bed, shaking and gasping. Stevie Rae was sleeping
soundly beside me, but Nala was wide awake. She was growling
softly. Her back was arched, her body was totally puffed up, and she
was staring slit- eyed at the air above me. “Ah, hell!” I shrieked and bounded off the bed, spinning around
and looking up, expecting to see Kalona hovering like a giant batbird
over us. Nothing. There was nothing there. I grabbed Nala and sat on the bed. With trembling hands I petted
her over and over. “It was just a bad dream . . . it was just a bad
dream . . . it was just a bad dream,” I told her, but I knew it was a lie.
Kalona was real, and somehow he was able to reach me through
my dreams. Copyright © 2009 by P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast. All rights reserved.



Library of Congress subject headings for this publication:
Good and evil -- Fiction.
Adolescence -- Fiction.