"Owl's hungry," Kyle muttered. "Me too." Elin didn't bother answering him. The houses grew closer together, some piles of ruined timbers, others half standing. Their blackened beams glistened in the moonlight. More shadows drifted among them, keeping their distance from us, as if dying had taught them, too late, to be afraid.

The holes in my sweater were large enough to get my hands through now. I slowed my steps. I'd go for Elin's eyes-that was my best chance of disabling her without weapons or magic, and it might buy Johnny and Kyle the time to escape.

The wind died. I caught a whisper of movement, and a woman silently stepped out from between two fallen houses.

She wasn't human. I knew it at once, down to my bones, would have known even without her pale hair, piled in braids atop her head and held in a net that glittered with icy green light, or her silver eyes, which shone as bright as moonlight itself. Her long brown dress was frayed at the hem and sleeves, yet she moved in it with a liquid grace that nothing human could hope for. Only her heavy black boots seemed out of place. I felt a fleeting desire to bow before her. The leaf burned hot against my chest.

Kyle stared up at her, rapt, from within Johnny's arms. I couldn't attack her and Elin at the same time. Some part of me didn't want to.

The Lady. Who else could this be? Her smile was filled with sharp edges, like broken gla.s.s from Before. She gestured with one hand.

A gray wolf trotted out of the shadows and sat by her side.

Matthew. The Lady stroked the top of his head, and he leaned into her touch. If he saw me, he gave no sign.

The quia leaf remained warm, but otherwise every last bit of me felt icy cold. Not Matthew Not Matthew. The Lady drew her hand away, and Matthew curled up at her feet. He was under her glamour, as surely as Kyle and Johnny were under Elin's. No No.

I was staring at him-I forced my gaze away. If they saw that Matthew and I knew each other, that could be used against us. I had to wait, to see what was happening here and what I could do about it. It had never been so hard not to act.

A corner of the Lady's mouth twitched, and I knew I'd already given myself away. Johnny set Kyle down. "Matthew!" Kyle cried, and threw himself at the wolf.

Matthew snarled. Kyle skittered back, and his face scrunched up. "Matthew's never mean."

"He is whatever I command him to be." The Lady reached down and stroked Matthew's fur. "Does the scent of humans trouble you, my pet?" Matthew gave an uneasy half growl.

I pressed my feet against the snow, forcing myself not to leap at her. That would serve no one. When my chance came, though, I'd do worse than go for her eyes. If only I knew her name If only I knew her name. She wouldn't be standing there at all, then.

Elin stepped forward. "Grandmother," she said. The woman looked no older than Caleb or Karin-but I knew that faerie folk lived longer than humans and did not age as we did.

The Lady's gaze swept over Johnny, Kyle, and me as if we were little more than ants beneath her feet. "These are not the ones who destroyed our people."

Elin looked swiftly down. "I found them where I found the others. It would not have done to leave them there, where they might cause trouble."

The Lady frowned. "Since when does my granddaughter fear the trouble that humans might bring? You saw to the others readily enough, the children who escaped your control and caused such great harm. All but the fire speaker who led them and the child who escaped with him. I trusted you to deal with them, too, else I would not have returned to this town, not even to bury our people."

Ben, I thought. Ethan Ethan. Elin hadn't waited to kill the children-they'd escaped, and she'd pursued them. She must have caught Ethan again for long enough to make him burn the others, but he'd gotten away in the end. Was he still alive in our town, waiting for help that might never come?

"I thought you might have a use for these three." Elin seemed young beside the Lady, for all that the Lady didn't look old. "Just as you had a use for the shifter, when we came upon him. I have brought you a lightfoot, an animal speaker, and a summoner."

The Lady's hair flickered with cold green light. "What use have I I for an animal speaker? Dispose of that one, and I will give some thought to the others." for an animal speaker? Dispose of that one, and I will give some thought to the others."

I edged toward Kyle. Wind tugged at Elin's long hair. "An animal speaker would be of use to me," she said.

"Your hesitation displeases me." The Lady knelt in front of Kyle. "Child, I need for you to take that knife to your heart. It is not a difficult thing-you can do that for me, can you not?"

Kyle nodded, eager as a puppy chasing a pack. He lifted the knife.

I ran at him, pushing my hands through my torn sleeves and grabbing the knife from his hand. I threw it far from us both. The Lady turned to me, her eyes glimmering in the dark, her anger pushing against me like a physical thing.

I reached beneath my sweater, grabbed the leaf from around my neck, and threw it over Kyle's head. "Run, Kyle! Go away! Go someplace safe!" "Run, Kyle! Go away! Go someplace safe!"

Kyle's eyes went wide as the glamour left him. For a moment I feared he'd burst into tears. Instead he turned and ran toward the path and the bluffs, arms swinging, feet pounding over the snow and mud.

The Lady's cold gaze fell on Elin.

"Allow me to go after him." There was a tremor in the girl's voice. The b.u.t.terfly in her hair flapped faster, like the trapped thing it was. "I won't hesitate again. I'll catch him, and I'll kill him."

"Oh, you will indeed." The Lady grasped her granddaughter's wrist. Silver light bloomed between her fingers. That light flowed up Elin's arms, down her body-I blinked in the sudden brightness, and when my sight cleared, a red-tailed hawk perched trembling on the Lady's fist, with sharp talons and yellow eyes. Elin's dress and boots and b.u.t.terfly clasp lay at the Lady's feet. The Lady can change bodies as well as minds. It's in the nature of her magic The Lady can change bodies as well as minds. It's in the nature of her magic. Mom had told me that, too.

The b.u.t.terfly half flew, half hopped across the snow. The Lady brushed her fingers over Elin's feathers. "Pursue the animal speaker. Destroy him, and bring the leaf he bears back to me. Do not return until you have it. We will discuss your failure to control your human captives then."

The Lady lifted her arm. Elin launched silently into the air, brown wings and red tail spread wide. Kyle disappeared beyond the houses, and Elin followed him.

I ran after them, knowing that Kyle couldn't possibly outrun a hawk, knowing I could do little to protect him from one. My torn sweater sleeves flapped in the wind.

I saw a blur of gray. Matthew slammed into my side, knocking me to the ground. I felt his hot breath on my face, his paws on my chest. I looked up, gasping. His teeth were bared, and his eyes held a wildness that reminded me of the crazed dogs he'd once saved me from.

"Matthew," I called softly. He shuddered, and for a moment his eyes were Matthew's eyes once more. He whined and backed off me. "That's right, Matthew." I got to my feet, held out my hands. "It's only me, Matthew, only Liza-" I called softly. He shuddered, and for a moment his eyes were Matthew's eyes once more. He whined and backed off me. "That's right, Matthew." I got to my feet, held out my hands. "It's only me, Matthew, only Liza-"

The Lady walked up beside him and put a hand to his back. "Well done, my wolf." All recognition left Matthew's eyes. The Lady scratched him behind the ears, and he flopped down beside her, his tongue hanging out one corner of his mouth.

"Let him go." I kept my voice low, controlled.

The Lady's fingers grasped my wrist. "I don't think so, little Summoner." Her voice was cold, and that cold settled deep inside me. My legs trembled, weak as water, and I knew that the time for running was past.

"How did you come to possess a leaf of the First Tree and first line, Liza?"

The words burrowed down beneath my skin. My lips moved. "My mother gave it to me."

I hadn't meant to speak. Why had I spoken?

"Indeed?" The Lady's fingers brushed my hair. I have no protection now I have no protection now.

I wanted no protection. I tilted my face to look into the Lady's bright eyes. Had I noticed before how beautiful she was? Beautiful as the ice storms that coated trees in winter, bringing them down one by one. Her hair glimmered in its net. She had fireflies bound into it, alive as the b.u.t.terfly Elin had worn. I couldn't stop staring at them. So pretty So pretty. She smiled, and my fear shivered out of me.

"How did your mother come to possess such a thing?" The Lady's words were sharp as ice, cutting through skin and bone and thought, digging deep inside me for answers.

Her voice hurt hurt, the way a knife's blade hurt. I longed to hear it again. "Caleb-Kaylen-gave it to her."

The Lady went utterly still. "Indeed?"

I wanted to kneel at her feet, but she put one hand on my shoulder, fingers digging through my jacket, forcing me to stand. "So Tara yet lives?" She spoke my mother's name as if it tasted bad. I nodded, grateful it wasn't me who'd made the Lady unhappy.

Her fingers dug deeper, surely bruising me, but I didn't mind. I hoped my pain pleased her. The Lady released me, and I fell to my knees. "You will take me to your mother," she said softly. "After my granddaughter kills the boy and retrieves the leaf. We shall all visit Tara then."

The Lady reached down and stroked my cheek, where the crow's claws had scratched it. I shivered at her touch. "You want to see your mother, don't you, Liza?"

"Yes." I wasn't sure quite why I'd left her. "I miss Mom."

"Of course you do. Perhaps when this is through, I shall let you be the one to take her life at last. You would like that, yes?"

Something about the Lady's words didn't make sense, but I couldn't puzzle out what-and I did want to please her. "Of course."

The Lady laughed and took my chin in her hands. "So weak, human minds. You've always been weak. That the Uprising happened at all is an insult that will be avenged, though the Realm itself winds down. Come with me, Liza."

I stood and wrapped my fingers around hers, trusting as a child. I couldn't remember when I'd last trusted anyone like that.

I'd trusted Matthew, hadn't I? I held out my hand to the wolf, who stood once more. He snarled and drew away, and I wasn't so certain.

The Lady turned slowly around, as if looking for someone else. Johnny, I realized. He wasn't here. Of course he wasn't. "Johnny does that," I said. "Disappears, and hides, and sneaks up on people." I lowered my voice, as if sharing a secret. "I hate him, you know."

The Lady hadn't spoken to Johnny. Only Elin had. He didn't know yet that he needed to obey the Lady, too. I saw his boot prints disappearing through the snow, in the same direction Kyle had gone.

The Lady ran her fingers along Matthew's back. "I trust you can sniff him out, pet? Find him, and bring him back to me."

Matthew barked and trotted off, following Johnny's prints.

I let the Lady lead me away. Wind had scattered the clouds, and moonlight illuminated the bodies of the dead as we walked through Clayburn's ruins. The temperature was dropping, but the stench of smoke and decomposing flesh lingered in the air.

"A sweet scent, is it not?" the Lady asked.

Something twisted inside me, something that needed above all else to please her. The smell grew strange and sweet, like dead flowers. I inhaled deeply and quickened my steps.

"Human towns are weak, too. Every one of them holds the seeds of its destruction within its own children." The Lady's fingers tightened around mine. "Time was that humans had their uses. They were crafters, singers, players, entertaining diversions from life in the Realm. The Uprising swept all that away, when your human weapons held more power than anything human-crafted had a right to. Many of our shelters did not hold, and the injury your weapons dealt our land made it reluctant to yield up sustenance even for those who survived. Still we grew what we could, until this past season, when the land refused to serve us at all." Despair crept into the Lady's voice, as beautiful as the scent of decay. "So we came to your world at last, to take from it what we could. Only your land has proven as gray and desolate as our own. Even humans must know that nothing more can grow out of such death. And so the worlds wind down, and tragedy runs its course."

We walked past the last of the burned houses. Beyond them, bare trees lined a frozen river. Trees had always slept in winter; the adults in my town all said so. Yet what were the a.s.surances of humans beside the Lady's words? I'd never truly believed that spring would return after this gray season.

The Lady glanced past the river, where the bluffs reached for the sky. "Have no fear, Summoner. The Realm will be avenged before this is through, and your frail human towns will fall, one by one. That is justice, is it not?"

I nodded my agreement as we came to a fallen house at the far edge of town, one that wasn't burned, only broken, beams and planks sticking out from the silver maple branches that held the building in their embrace. Behind the house lay several piles of mounded dirt, freshly dug out of the snow and mud, as long as a person was tall.

The Lady slowed her steps to follow my gaze. "So you see the harm this town's children have done to our people. Do not let that trouble you. This is not the first human town we have destroyed and it shall not be the last, though it's the first whose destruction I left in my granddaughter's hands. She will deal with the escaped fire speaker soon enough, and I have no intention of letting you you stray so far from my sight." stray so far from my sight."

It took a moment to remember that the fire speaker was Ethan. "He might already be dead." The thought should have worried me, but it didn't. "He took too much fire into himself, after he came to my town."

"Truly? We shall all see him soon enough, then." The Lady drew me away from the graves to lead me down a crumbling stone staircase. We entered a bas.e.m.e.nt thick with maple roots that reached down from the ceiling and pushed through the cracked concrete walls. "Cozy, is it not?" She led me to a small cave among the roots. "Almost like home."

Roots caught in my hair. Dimly I remembered that there ought not be anything cozy about a tree or its roots, but I wasn't sure why.

"You are a pleasant surprise, Liza." The Lady traced a vein along the back of my hand, and I trembled at the touch. "The first summoner we've found among humans, and Tara's daughter besides. The wolf is merely a toy, but you, Liza-you are a weapon. What was the name of your town?"

"Franklin Falls." Had I told her before?

The Lady's smile was cold as ice. "Soon we will test the extent of your power, Liza, and then you will show me the way to your mother and your town. But first we must wait for the others. Until my granddaughter and my wolf return with their prey, I think it best if you sleep." She brought her fingers to my eyelids, closing them. Velvet darkness surrounded me, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to sleep. I curled up among the dead tree roots. It was cold there, but I wouldn't trouble the Lady with complaining. I could handle the cold.

"I very much look forward to seeing your mother again," the Lady said, and then sleep overtook me.

I woke once, to the sound of Matthew's bark. When I opened my eyes, the Lady stood among the tangled roots with her hands on Johnny's shoulders, whispering fierce words. His shirt was torn, and there was blood on one arm, along with what looked like a wolf's teeth marks. My gaze went to the knife that hung sheathed at his belt. My knife. I didn't want Johnny to have it. I stood and reached for it, but then the Lady looked at me. "It displeases me to see you awake, Liza." woke once, to the sound of Matthew's bark. When I opened my eyes, the Lady stood among the tangled roots with her hands on Johnny's shoulders, whispering fierce words. His shirt was torn, and there was blood on one arm, along with what looked like a wolf's teeth marks. My gaze went to the knife that hung sheathed at his belt. My knife. I didn't want Johnny to have it. I stood and reached for it, but then the Lady looked at me. "It displeases me to see you awake, Liza."

I didn't want to displease her. I slept once more.

I dreamed I walked through a dead forest. Ash fell like snow around me, and smoke drifted through the air, stinging my eyes, clogging my throat. I was looking for something. First I thought it was a leaf, only it was winter, and the trees had no leaves. Then I thought it was my knife, but that made no sense, because I never went anywhere without my knife.

A wolf loped toward me, its powerful gait swiftly closing the distance between us. The wolf leaped, throwing me to the ground. As I looked into his wild gray eyes, I knew that this was what I'd lost, after all. "Matthew." "Matthew." Too late I realized I'd put a command into his name. The wolf lunged at my call, gleaming teeth piercing my exposed neck- Too late I realized I'd put a command into his name. The wolf lunged at my call, gleaming teeth piercing my exposed neck- I woke screaming, my hands grasping my throat. Someone grabbed my arm. "Go away!" "Go away!" I cried. I opened my eyes to see the Lady gazing down at me, her silver eyes bright. I cried. I opened my eyes to see the Lady gazing down at me, her silver eyes bright. "Go away!" "Go away!" Beside her Matthew stiffened, ears alert, fur bristling. Beside her Matthew stiffened, ears alert, fur bristling.

The Lady laughed at my words. "You do not know my name, Summoner, but I know yours. You need not be afraid, Liza."

I heard her, didn't hear. The nightmare was with me still, making my heart pound and my breath come in gasps.

"Rest, Liza." The Lady's velvet words couldn't get past that fear. Not yet-but already my heart was beginning to slow its pounding.

I pulled my arm free, bolted to my feet, and raced past the Lady and Matthew, past where Johnny thrashed in nightmares of his own. I stumbled over tree roots, and out the door and up the stairs, into the frosty morning air. My feet kicked up powdery new snow as I ran. Clayburn's ruined buildings were to my right; beyond the trees to my left, water trickled hollowly beneath the frozen river. Thick clouds hid the sun.

As my mind cleared, I ran harder, holding my fear close, urging it to protect me. I couldn't let the Lady steal my will and my thoughts again.

She followed, calling after me in a cold chiming voice, commanding me to slow my steps. I kept running, but it was harder now, as if the air itself were thickening around me. I heard a bark-Matthew chased me, too. I almost turned back, but giving myself blindly over to the Lady wouldn't save him. I had to save myself before I could save anyone else.

Teeth bit through my pants and ankle, drawing blood. I skidded to a stop and kicked backward. My heel connected with Matthew's fur, and my leg came free. Gasping, I grabbed a branch from the ground and spun around. A weapon-I didn't want to use it.

Matthew snarled. He didn't know me. He really didn't. "Run away, Matthew!" "Run away, Matthew!" My voice tightened around the words. My voice tightened around the words. "Run far, far away!" "Run far, far away!"

The wolf whined. For a moment his gaze focused on me-saw me. Then he spun away and ran, crashing through snow and underbrush as he disappeared into the forest.

"And now you have made me angry." I hadn't heard the Lady run after me, but she must have, because she closed the distance between us in a few swift steps and grabbed my arm. The branch slipped from my fingers. "Go away." "Go away." Even I could tell how feeble the words sounded. Even I could tell how feeble the words sounded.

"You must be punished for making me so angry." The words sank down deep, making my bones ache. How could I not accept whatever punishment she deemed just? "What shall I turn you into? A fish, perhaps, abandoned to strangle on dry land? Or a tree, left to die alongside all the other trees as this world slowly winds down?"

I said nothing, knowing I would accept whatever she demanded, knowing I never should have run. A last echo of fear shuddered through me and was gone.

"And yet, I have need of you." The Lady's hair was down, but glimmering light seemed to cling to it still. "A deer, perhaps-but deer are skittish things. Horses are skittish, too, but they submit to the bridle well enough." Her grip tightened around my arm, and I felt power ripple through me- The Lady's hand fell abruptly away. I remained human, which puzzled me. The Lady drew a single sharp breath, she who made so little sound. Her gaze was on something beyond me. I turned, hoping my few steps wouldn't anger her further.

Someone walked toward us through the trees. A faerie woman, in old denim pants and a leather jacket, wearing a small backpack. Her hair was pulled into a long, clear braid that fell over one shoulder. I hadn't heard her steps any more than I'd heard the Lady, or Elin.

"Karin?" My thoughts were muddled and slow. What was Caleb's sister doing here? A bone-handled knife was sheathed in her boot, and a bracelet of green ivy circled her wrist, its leaves oddly bright in this world of bare trees and gray sky.

Karin nodded at me, then dropped to one knee before the Lady. "Mother," she said. "It has been a long time."

Karin was the Lady's daughter? There was something odd about that, too. I moved closer to the Lady, reaching for her arm. She ignored me. For long moments neither she nor Karin spoke. I could have run then, only I no longer remembered why I'd wanted to.

At last the Lady took Karin's hand and lifted her to her feet. "I had not thought to see you alive again, daughter." Her voice held no expression.

"The years since the War have been long," Karin agreed, her voice just as flat. A brown ragweed vine poked through the snow and wrapped around her boot. "I take it you are well?"

"As well as can be expected in such fallen times. I would hear the story of your travels, and how we come to meet this day, but first I must deal with this disobedient human. I promise it will not take long." Her cold fingers grasped mine, and I knew she hadn't forgotten me.