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Beautiful Darkness (Caster Chronicles #2) Page 38
Author: Kami Garcia

I knelt next to them and ran my hand along the edges of the door, clearing away the remaining dirt. I looked at Liv. "How did you know?"

"You mean, aside from the fact the Arclight is going crazy?" She looked smug. "The Outer Doors aren't that difficult to find if you know what you're looking for."

"I hope they aren't too difficult to open either." Link pointed at the center of the door. There was a keyhole.

Liv sighed. "It's locked. We need a Caster key. We can't get in without one."

Link pul ed the massive garden shears he stole from the bio lab out of his belt. Far be it from Link to put anything back in its rightful place. "Caster key, my ass."

"It's not going to work." Liv squatted next to Link in the grass. "It's a Caster lock, not something on your locker door."

Link huffed as he worked the gardening shears into the crack. "You're not from around here. Isn't a door in this whole county that can't be opened with a set of pliers or a sharp toothbrush."

I looked at Liv. "You realize he makes this stuff up."

"Yeah?" Link grinned up at us as the door opened with a resentful creak. He held up his fist to me. "Pound it."

Liv was shocked. "Wel , that's not in the books."

Link leaned over and looked inside. "It's dark, and there're no stairs. Looks like a pretty big drop."

"Take a step." I knew what was coming.

"Are you nuts?"

"Trust me."

Link felt around with his foot, and a second later he was standing in the air. "Man, where do Casters get this stuff? Are there, like, Caster carpenters? A supernatural construction union?" He disappeared out of sight. A second later his voice echoed up from the hole. "It's not that far down. You two comin', or what?"

Lucil e stared into the darkness and leaped into the hole. That cat must have picked up more than a little crazy, living with my aunts al these years. I looked over the edge, and I could see the flickering light of a torch. Link was standing below us, Lucil e sitting at his feet. "Ladies first."

"Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?" Liv put one foot into the hole, uncertain. "No offense."

I smiled at her. "None taken."

Her silver sneakers dangled for a minute and she wobbled, off balance. I grabbed her hand. "You know, if we find Lena, she may be completely --"

"I know." I looked into Liv's calm blue eyes, which would never be gold or green. The sun lit her hair, as blond as honey. She smiled at me, and I let go of her hand.

I realized she was the one steadying me.

As I disappeared into the darkness behind her, the door banged shut after me, blocking out the sky.

The entrance to the tunnel was dank and mossy, like the one that led from the Lunae Libri to Ravenwood. The ceiling over the stairs was low, and the stone wal s were old and weathered like some kind of dungeon. Every drop of water and every sound echoed off the wal s.

At the bottom of the stairs, we found ourselves at a crossroads. Not a proverbial one but a real one.

"So which way do we go?" Link looked down two very different tunnels. This trip was more complicated than the one to Exile. That had been a straight shot, but this time it was different, and there were choices to be made.

Choices I had to make.

The tunnel to the left looked more like a meadow than a tunnel. As it widened, there were weeping wil ows hanging over a dusty footpath, framed by tangles of wildflowers and tal grass. Rol ing hil s spread out under a cloudless blue sky.

You could almost imagine the birds chirping and see the rabbits nibbling grass, if it wasn't a Caster tunnel, where nothing was ever as it seemed.

The tunnel to the right wasn't a tunnel at al but a curving city street underneath its own Caster sky. The dark street was a sharp contrast to the sunny countryside scene of the first tunnel. Liv was scribbling notes in her book. I looked over her shoulder. Asynchronous time zones in adjacent tunnels.

The only light came from a blinking motel sign at the end of the street. Tal apartment buildings with smal iron balconies and fire escape ladders lined either side. Long wires crisscrossed the street from building to building, forming an intricate web with a few pieces of clothing caught in it. An abandoned trol ey track was embedded in the asphalt.

"Which way do we go?" Link was anxious. Wandering around creepy Caster Tunnels wasn't agreeing with him. "I vote for the Wizard of Oz path." He headed for the sunshine.

"I don't think we'l need to vote." I took the Arclight out of my pocket, its heat warming my hand before I noticed the light. Its ebony surface began to glow a pale green.

Liv's eyes were wide. "Amazing."

I took a few steps down the dark street, and the light intensified.

Link came up behind us. "Hel o? I was walkin' away over there? You're not gonna stop me?"

"Watch this." I held the Arclight high enough for him to see and kept walking.

"Kil er flashlight."

Liv checked her selenometer. "You were right. It's guiding us like a compass. My readings confirm it. The moon's magnetic pul is stronger in this direction, which is completely wrong for this time of year."

Link shook his head. "I should've known we'd have to go down the creepy street. We're probably gonna get kil ed by another one a those Vexes."

Every time I took a step closer to the street, the Arclight glowed a brighter and deeper shade of green. "We're going this way."

"Of course we are."

After Link convinced himself we were headed for certain death, the dark street was nothing but a dark street. The short walk to where the motel sign was stil blinking was uneventful. The street was a dead end, leading right up to a doorway under the sign. There was another street running perpendicular to it, lined with unlit doorways. Between the motel sign and the building next to it, there was a steep set of stone stairs. Another Doorwel .

"Should we go left or right?" Liv asked, stepping back onto the street.

I looked at the Arclight's incandescent light, now emerald green. "Neither. We're going up."

I pushed open the heavy door at the top of the stairs. We stepped out from behind an enormous stone arch, stumbling into sunlight that reached through the branches of a gargantuan oak. A woman with white shorts and white hair pedaled a white bike with a white poodle riding in her white bike basket. A giant golden retriever chased the bike. The dog was pul ing a man holding its leash. Lucil e took one look at the retriever and took off into the bushes.

"Lucil e!" I bent down between the bushes, but she was gone. "Great. I lost my aunt's cat again."

"Technical y, she's your cat. She lives with you." Link thrashed around in the azaleas. "Don't worry. She'l come back. Cats have a good sense a direction."

"How would you know that?" Liv looked amused.

"Cat Week. Like Shark Week, but with cats." I shot him a look.

Link turned red. "What? My mom watches a lot a weird stuff on TV."

"Come on."

As we stepped out from behind the trees, a girl with purple hair bumped into Link, almost dropping her giant sketch pad. We were surrounded by dogs and people and bikes and skaters, in a park lined with azalea bushes and shaded by huge oaks. There was an ornate stone fountain in the center, with carved nak*d mermen spitting water on each other. Walking paths radiated in every direction.

"What happened to the Tunnels? Where are we?" Link was more confused than usual.

"We're in some sort of park," Liv said.

I knew exactly where we were, and I smiled. "Not some park. Forsyth Park. We're in Savannah."

"What?" Liv was digging through her bag.

"Savannah, Georgia. I've been coming here with my mom since I was little."

Liv unfolded a map of what looked like the Caster sky. I recognized the Southern Star, the seven-pointed one that was missing from the real Caster sky. "It doesn't make sense. If the Great Barrier exists, which I'm not saying I believe, it's definitely not in the middle of a Mortal city."

I shrugged. "This is where it led us. What can I say?"

"We walked, like, five miles. How can we be in Savannah?" Link stil hadn't grasped the idea that things were different in the Tunnels.

Liv clicked open her pen, muttering to herself. "Place and time not subject to Mortal physics."

Two little old ladies were pushing two tiny dogs in strol ers. We were definitely in Savannah. Liv closed her red book. "Time, space, distance -- they're al different down here. The Tunnels are part of the Caster world, not the Mortal one."

As if on cue, the glow of the Arclight faded to a glossy black. I slipped it back into my pocket.

"What the -- ? How do we know where to go from here?" Link panicked, but I didn't.

"We don't need it. I think I know where we're supposed to go."

Liv crinkled her brow. "How?"

"There's only one person I know in Savannah."

6.18

Through the Looking Glass

My Aunt Caroline lived on East Liberty Street near the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist. I hadn't been to her house in a few years, but I knew to keep heading up Bul Street, because her house was on the Historic Savannah Troley Tour, which ran up and down Bul . Besides, the streets ran from the park to the river, and there was a public square about every other block to mark your way. It was hard to get lost in Savannah, whether you were a Wayward or not.

Between Savannah and Charleston, you could find a historic tour for just about anything. Plantation tours, Southern cooking tours, Daughters of the Confederacy tours, ghost tours (my personal favorite), and the classic -- historic-home tours. Aunt Caroline's house had been part of that one for as long as I could remember. Her attention to detail was legendary, not only in our family but in al of Savannah. She was the curator of the Savannah History Museum, and she knew as much about the history of every building, landmark, and scandal in the City of Oaks as my mom had known about the Civil War. It was no smal feat, considering scandals were as common as tours around here.

"Are you sure you know where you're goin', man? I think we should take a break and get somethin' to eat. I'd kil for a burger." Link had more faith in the Arclight's ability to navigate than mine. Lucil e, who had reappeared, sat down at his feet and cocked her head to the side. She wasn't so sure either.

"Keep heading up toward the river. We'l hit East Liberty sooner or later. Look." I pointed to the steeple of the cathedral a few blocks away. "That's St. John's Cathedral. We're almost there."

Twenty minutes later, we were stil wandering in circles near the cathedral. Link and Liv were losing their patience, and I didn't blame them. I looked down East Liberty for something familiar. "It's a yel ow house."

"Yel ow must be a popular color. Every other house on this street is yel ow." Even Liv was annoyed with me. I'd taken us around the same block three times now.

"I thought it was off Lafayette Square."

"I think we should find a phone book and look up her number." Liv wiped the sweat from her forehead.

I squinted at a figure in the distance. "We don't need a phone book. That's the house at the end of the block."

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