Like Calls To Like

Chapter One

 The sun soldiers plunged into the shadow horde, cutting and thrashing, pushing the nichevo'ya back as The Rifleman fired again and again. But despite the ferocity, they were only human, flesh and steel pitted against living shadow. One by one, nichevo'ya began to pick them off.

"Make for the chapel!" Tamar shouted.

The chapel? Did she plan to throw hymnals at the Darkling?

"We'll be trapped!" cried Sergei, running toward me.

"We're already trapped," Mal replied, slinging his rifle onto his back and grabbing my arm. "Let's go!"

I didn't know what to think, but we were out of options.

"David!" I yelled. "The second bomb!"

He flung it toward the nichevo'ya. His aim was wild, but Zoya was there to help it along.

We drove into the woods, the sun soldiers bringing up the rear. The blast tore through the trees in a gust of white light.

Lamps have been lit in the chapel and the door stood open.We burst inside, the echoes from our footfalls bouncing up over the pews and off the glazed blue dome.

"Where do we go?" Sergei cried in panic.

All ready we could hear the worrying, clicking hum from outside. Tolya slammed the chapel door shut, dropping a heavy wooden bolt into place. The sun soldiers took up positions by the windows, rifles and hand.

Tamar hurdled over a pew and shot past me up the aisle. "Come on!"

I watched her in confusion. Just where were we supposed to go?

She tore past the altar and grasped one gilded wood corner of the triptych. I gaped as the water-damage panel swung open, revealing the dark mouth of the passageway. This was how the sun soldiers had gotten onto the grounds. And how the Apparat had escaped from the Grand Palace.

"Where does it go?" asked David.

"Does it matter?" Zoya shot back.

The buildings shook as a loud crack of thunder split the air. The chapel door blew to pieces. Tolya was thrown backward, and darkness flooded through.

The Darkling came born on a tide of shadow, held aloft by monsters who set his feet upon the chapel floor with infinite care.

"Fire!" Tamar shouted.

Shots rang out. The nichevo'ya writhed and whirled around the Darkling, shifting and re-forming as the bullet struck their bodies, one taking the place of another in a seamless tide of shadow. He didn't even break stride.

Nichevo'ya we're streaming through the chapel door. Tolya was already on his feet and rushing to my side with pistols drawn. Tamar and Mal flanked me, the Grisha arrayed behind us. I raised my hands, summoning the light, bracing for the onslaught.

"Stand down, Alina," said the Darkling. His cool voice echoed through the chapel, cutting through the noise and chaos. "Stand down, and I will spare them."

In an answer, Tamar scraped one axe blade over the other, raising a horrible shriek of metal on metal. The sun soldiers lifted the rifles, and I heard the sound of an Inferni flint being struck.

"Look around, Alina," the Darkling said. "You cannot win. You can only watch them die. Come to me now, and I will do them no harm––not your zealot soldiers, not even the Grisha traitors."

I took in the nightmare of the chapel. Nichevo'ya swarmed above us, crowding up against the inside of the dome. They clustered around the Darkling in a dense cloud of bodies and wings. Through the windows I could see more, hovering in the twilight sky.