THE EARTH WILL OPEN, TO OFFER ONE FROM THE GROUND.
“SANGUINE EFFUSO, ATRIS DIEBUS,
ORIETUR DAEMONUM LEGIO UT INTERFECTOS ULCISCATUR.
SI IANUA NOTATA INVENIRI NON POTUERIT,
TELLUS HISCAT UT DE TERRA IPSA IANUAM OFFERAT.”
I didn’t want to hang around to see the legion of Demons that Abraham was calling to finish us off. The Vexes were enough for me. I grabbed Lena’s hand and pulled her up, running from the fire and Lena’s dead mother, from Abraham and The Book of Moons and whatever evil he was summoning.
“Ethan! We’re going the wrong way.”
Lena was right. We should have been running toward Ravenwood, instead of through the tangled cotton fields that used to be part of Blackwell, the plantation that once stood on the other side of Greenbrier. But there was nowhere else to go. Abraham was standing between Ravenwood and us, his sadistic smile revealing the truth. This was a game, and he was enjoying it.
“We don’t have a choice. We have to—”
Lena cut me off before I could finish. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
The sky darkened above us, and I heard a low rumbling sound. But it wasn’t thunder or the unmistakable screams of Vexes.
“What is that?” I was dragging Lena up the hill that used to lead from the road to Blackwell Plantation.
Before she could answer, the ground started moving beneath us. It felt like it was rolling under my feet, and I struggled to keep my balance. The rumbling sound was getting louder, and there were other noises—trees splitting and falling, the strangled symphony of thousands of lubbers, and a faint cracking coming from behind us.
Or below us.
Lena saw it first. “Oh my God!”
The earth was cracking down the middle of the dirt road, the split heading right for us. As the crack spread, the ground opened up, and dirt poured into the fissure like quicksand being sucked into a hole.
It was an earthquake.
It seemed impossible because quakes didn’t happen in the South. They happened in places out west, like California. But I’d seen enough movies to recognize one.
The sound was as terrifying as the sight of the ground consuming itself. The black streak of Vexes above us reared back, heading straight for us.
The ground behind us was splitting faster, tearing like a seam.
“We can’t outrun it! Or them!” Lena’s voice was ragged. “We’re trapped!”
“Maybe not.” I looked over the side of the hill and saw the Beater skidding across the road below us. Link was driving like his mom had just caught him drinking in church. There was something in front of the Beater, moving even faster than the car.
It was Boo. Not the lazy black dog that slept at the foot of Lena’s bed. This was a Caster dog that looked like a wolf, and ran faster than one.
Lena looked back. “We’ll never make it!”
Abraham was still standing in the distance, untouched by the winds swirling around him. He turned to look over the side of the hill, where the Beater was racing along the road below.
I looked down, too. Link was hanging out the window shouting at me. I couldn’t hear him, but whatever he was urging us to do—jump, run, I didn’t even know—there was no time.
I shook my head silently, glancing back at Abraham one last time. Link’s eyes followed mine.
Then he was gone.
The Beater was still moving, but the driver’s seat was empty. Boo jumped out of the way as the car sped past him, ignoring the curve in the road. The Beater flipped, crashing down onto the road over and over.
I saw the roof cave in at the same time I heard the rip—