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"V’lane, I need you!" I cried, releasing his naht sky, it crashed into an invisible wall and plu weakly, a fallen dark bird

I nudged it with the toe of rated

I turned my face to the wind, east and west, north and south It eddied aroundme with hundreds of tiny hands, and I suddenly could feel the LM out there, working his dark s

I flexed the sidhe-seer place in , and for an instant I actually got a flash of hie of a stark, sheer black cliff, in an icy place, red-robed, hands raised--and was that a heart held high, dripping blood?--chanting, suht fro so

I squeezedin theDublin, trapped in the city, alone

V’lane would not be sifting in to save the day

Thefront-liners had just noticedlikebatons taken fro to beatout my cell phone and try to call Barrons They would be onriots I also knew they wouldn’t believe I wasn’t rich I wasn’t about to get beheaded with the aristocracy just because every now and then I got to drive a nice car that didn’t even belong to rabbed my backpack from the car, and ran

A block away another ed into it, and loste unstop-pered, frustration unleashed, envy unsuppressed It hoith victory as it looted, s to throw up There were too many people, too many Fae, too much hostility and violence I swahtened as I iined I must look Fae are ht have incited this riot, but ere the ones keeping it alive

The cobbled stones were slippery froirl fell, crying out She was trampled in seconds as the croept on An elderly e boy was jostled into a streetlamp, rebounded, lost his balance, and vanished frole imperative: Stay on your feet Stay alive

I rode the crowd, an unwilling mount, feet trapped in the stirrups, froht ain, propelled forward by its relentless staht into a Dark Zone, or that the Sinsar Dubh wouldmy head I couldn’t decide which death would be worse

My cell phone was in h rooet to it I worried that if I slipped my pack from my shoulders, it would be jerked from my hands and carried off My spear was cold and heavy under ht be speared by it in the crush

Unseelie

I had baby food jars of it in my pockets

With its dark life in my veins I would be able to break free of the e of the Te deliberately driven? If I were able to float above this riot, would I see Unseelie herding us frohter?

"Sorry," Ioff anyone badly enough to get ed to extract a jar froht to open them one-handed I jostled for space, and popped the lid Someone shoved into me and I lost one

Grittingfor another one I had three in s tucked inside et to the it out, clutching it for dear life--which I hoped it was I had to get out of the crowd I knew ed to pop the lid but was unwilling to duckan elbow in the eye, freezing or stu down