Long Island Athanate – Julius, Livia and Elodie
This week’s new chapter on the Long Island Athanate is at the bottom of the post.
I got into this episodic novella completely unintentionally. It gets written as a ‘relaxation’ from the main books, so it isn’t holding me up. Are you enjoying it? What if, after this one, I did something completely different? Like Space Opera? Or the African steampunk I showed you a chapter of? Talk time, folks. This is your forum.
Angel Stakes audiobook
Sorry, still waiting on corrections – delay at the studio.
Short story in the anthology Vampires of the Caribbean
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Progress on Bian’s Tale
Slow progress this week, but section 3 of 5 is nearly there.
Progress on Bite Back 6
Slow. Taking a back seat to Bian’s Tale at the moment.
LONG ISLAND ATHANATE EPISODE:
St Jude’s, Crown Heights, Brooklyn
“Benedic, Domine, quia peccavi.”
Julius suspects few, outside of the clergy, would even know the Latin words that initiate the act of confession. He knows who is speaking, of course. He knew the second the man entered the church; his Athanate marque is quite distinct. To cap it all, his voice is unique. It sounds like rusty metal plates grinding against each other.
And he is expected.
“You’re early,” Julius says. “I have a few moments more.”
A few moments before he has to go and meet with Skylur. Christmas Day has passed in a blur. His reorganization of his duties has already alerted his colleagues that something is happening. There’s a voicemail from the Bishop he can’t deal with at the moment. His life has taken a sudden, terrifying surge towards the unknown. An unknown that could be his death, just minutes away.
He is surprised at how calm he is, but he does need these few moments.
“Don’t you have to go on and absolve me?” the man says, settling into the creaking pew behind him. “Where else am I going to get absolution before Altau has me executed?”
“Confession and absolution would require you to be penitent, Gracchus. To accept that what you do is not simply the way you are, but your choice, and therefore the wrongs you do are your fault. You remember the word culpa, don’t you?”
They’d spoken in English, but now Gracchus switches to Athanate. It is early, but there are people in the church, and even whispers carry in the cold quiet.
“I am magic, I do not practice magic by choice,” Gracchus says. “As for making my toru fear me, there’s nothing about that in the list of sins requiring absolution. I believe even you have admitted that the sanction against consuming blood in the Old Testament is not applicable to us.”
Julius sighs. His few moments of peace and reflection have fled. Conversations with Gracchus are always a bit barbed, but he can never quite ignore him.
“I don’t believe you’re in danger anyway,” he says and he rises.
Gracchus is Livia’s Diakon, her second-in-command. From what Julius knows of Skylur, he would not insist on a complete execution of the entire Athanate House. Agiagraphos law identifies the Master or Mistress of each House as the one in most instances who bears responsibility…and receives the retribution where laws are breached. In most instances.
Julius hasn’t been praying, sitting up at the front of his church.
Soon to be former church.
Not praying, but thinking and revisiting everything from the last few days. For all his arguments, Livia seems intent on her path, and he knows Skylur dare not show weakness in front of Panethus. To accept a Basilikos House in his domain would show exactly that weakness. Has Livia sealed her fate by refusing to flee? Could he get her to change at the last moment?
Will Skylur also extend the same judgement to other Houses? To him? Would he want to survive, if Livia is dead?
He doesn’t know. The future is a mystery to him; he can’t even see what might be possible.
Since the last meeting with Skylur, he’s spoken by phone to every other House in Long Island. He’s set up a dead man’s switch, should they want to use it. If he doesn’t broadcast a message that he’s alright at midday, he’s advised them all to scatter and flee to Ireland. Whether they do that, or take their chances with Skylur is up to them now. He’s told them he’s no longer their co-leader. His only concern is Livia.
He sighs again and turns.
Gracchus stands and glances around. “Religion is not very popular in the morning,” he says, still speaking Athanate.
It is early. There are only two people sitting in the pews.
One of the ladies from the group Julius calls his chorus sits at the back. Her husband has been unfaithful. Regardless of what Julius says about the matter, she comes every morning to sit and search for her sins that triggered this divine retribution. Julius hopes whoever takes over St. Jude’s can get through to her better than he has. He wants to speak to her, but he has no time left.
The other woman is closer. He doesn’t know her. Tiana brought her in from the refuge. She appears mentally disturbed, barely able to speak and suffering from blinding headaches. Nothing is known about her apart from her name, which Julius is ashamed he’s forgotten. The only time she seemed animated was when Tiana gave her a coffee. It wasn’t the drink itself, but the branding of the mug. A benefactor has supplied them with their own biodegradable mugs, printed with the St. Jude’s logo, a sea anchor with the simple motto ‘Hope lives’ curled around it.
St. Jude is the patron saint of desperate causes, and Julius imagines that is precisely the case here.
The woman has been sitting there, eyes closed and a frown on her face, fingers stroking the printing on the side of her mug, as if desperate to remember something, to connect the dots and make sense of her life again. Now, her mouth is working silently, but Julius can’t tell if she’s reciting prayers or recipes. Her frown deepens.
There’s something about that mouthing that makes him uneasy. She’s going over phrases again and again. But prayers are sometimes like that.
Too much going on. She’ll have to be someone else’s concern.
He needs to focus on his task this morning.
“Any last minute security issues I need to know before I talk to Skylur?” he says. “Some transgression of the Agiagraphos will be exactly the kind of thing that precipitates a decision against us.”
Gracchus shakes his head. “It’s one area that Altau can’t fault us on. It’s got to be our best argument for continuing as we have been; that we have run Long Island as an orderly domain.” He purses his mouth. “You and I don’t agree on how to deal with transgressors and the Houses responsible for them, but we’ve worked well despite that. Apart from that idiot a couple of nights ago, there’s been nothing for months. We’re secure. No surprises.”
Julius huffs. “Surprises come from the direction you least anticipate them. It’s part of the very definition.”
“We must go, House di Firenze,” Gracchus says. “House Flavia will be waiting for you, and Altau is not known for patience.”
He’s right. It’s only a few minutes’ walk, but it feels like they’ve run out of time. All of them.