Free Fever 5 - Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning Page A

title of my rag and the date, nothing’s coming. Nothing’s been coming for a feckin’ hour.
Here I sit in the abbey’s dining hall, in the middle of this brainless feckin’ herd of sidhe -sheep that are so easily led they should wear feckin’ halters and waggle fluffy sheep asses, and the words just ain’t coming. And they got to. I gotta take up the slack ’til Mac gets back. Stupid sheep are back to obeying Ro and she’s yanked ’em back in line again, got ’em all busy trying to clear the feckin’ Shades from the abbey.
News flash dudes, I keep telling you, they’re reproducing . They eat, they grow, they split. Like feckin’ amoebas. I been tracking ’em. I been watching ’em so hard I can tell ’em apart now. ’Times I play with ’em, mess with the lights, see how close they can really get to me. That’s how I know so much about ’em, but nobody listens to me. Only time I’m heard is when they read my paper. They don’t talk ’bout it, but everybody’s using the Shade-Busters now. Anybody say thanks?
Nope. Not a single “good job, Mega,” not even the teeniest little acknowledgment that I invented ’em.
I need Mac. Been nearly a month and I’m starting to worry that she’s … Nah, ain’t going there.
But where the feck is she? Ain’t seen her since we broke into the Forbidden Libraries together. She in Faery again? She don’t know it, but I read her journal when she was locked up in that cell, Pri-ya , and nobody was paying attention to her stuff ’cept Ro. She read it, too. But I took it back. Had to know what Ro knew. It’s one of my hang-ups: I gotta know everything Ro knows and figure out where she’s going ’fore she goes there. If I can do that, dude , I can run this place!
I know time spent in Faery don’t move the same way as time in the real world, so I ain’t as worried about Mac as I might be. See, V’lane’s gone, too, so I figure she’s with him.
Weird thing is, I keep stopping by BB&B and it looks like Barrons is gone, too!
Tried to get in to Chester’s last night to ask about him, but the stupid feckin’ feckers bounced me at the door.
Me . The Mega!
I grin and swagger a little in my seat.
It took six of ’em! Six of Barrons’ freaky fecks had to work their arses off to keep me out, and we went at it for over an hour.
I wouldn’ta given up at all but that kinda freeze-framing starves me, and I didn’t have enough candy bars crammed in my pockets. Got hungry. Had to eat. Said screw it and left. One of ’em followed me to Dublin’s edge, like he thought he was throwing me outta the city—as if! I’ll try again soon.
Still, I’m getting a little worried.…
Where the feck did everybody go? Why ain’t nobody talking about the LM anymore? Where’s the Sinsar Dubh ?
’S been quiet, way too quiet, and that creeps the feck outta me. Only other time things got this quiet … yeah, well— dude —the past ain’t me.
What’s already happened is for has-beens.
I’m all about the future. Tomorrow’s my day.
Today sure as feck ain’t. I ain’t never had it before, but s’pect I got writer’s block. S’pect it’s ’cause I been sitting here watching a couple hundred sidhe -sheep do the equivalent of knit. Got an assembly line set up in the dining hall, making iron bullets. But get this—not for us!
For Jayne and his Guardians.
Don’t know how Ro managed to make ’em all scared of their shadows again, but she did. Little things she says make ’em doubt themselves. Only took her two weeks after Mac disappeared to convince ’em all Mac was dead and to give up on her.
Sheep, I tell ya! Takes everything I got not to stand up, waggle my ass, and yell: Baaaaa!
But I guess the sheep shit’s too deep in here for me to move, ’cause I sit and chew on my pen and wait for inspiration.
While I’m biding time, I watch Jo. Used to be friends with her. Thought she had a mind of her own. She’s smart, real smart. Puts things together the other sheep