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ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.com www.ABBYY.com Font Arial Font Color black Font Size 12 Background Color white Front Cover SEBASTIAN Ephemera Book 1 By Anne Bishop Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-one Chapter Twenty-four Chapter Twenty-three Chapter Twenty-four Chapter Twenty-five ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.coCm hapter Twenty-six www.ABBYY.com Chapter Twenty-seven From the Front Flap: Her worlds have been described as “vividly painted” (Lynn Flewelling) and “lavishly sensual” (Library Journal). Now, award–winning, bestselling author Anne Bishop invites you into a new realm, one that is ever–changing, caught between the Light and Dark forces of the heart... “Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape.” Long ago, to stop the onslaught of the Eater of the World, Ephemera was split into a dizzying number of strange and magical lands connected only by bridges—which may take you where you truly belong, rather than where you had intended to go. Now, with the Eater contained and virtually forgotten, the shifting worlds of Ephemera have been kept stable by the magic of the Landscapers. In one such land, where night reigns and demons dwell, the half– incubus Sebastian revels in dark delights. But then in dreams she calls to him: a woman who wants only to be safe and loved—a woman he hungers for while knowing he may destroy her. But a more devastating destiny awaits Sebastian, for in the quiet gardens of the Landscapers' school, evil is stirring. The prison of the Eater of the World has weakened—and Sebastian's realm may be the first to fall... Intoxicating, erotic, and intensely romantic, Sebastian is for those who know on which side of the heart— Light or Dark—their passions lie. From the back cover: Praise for award–winning author Anne Bishop: “Rich and fascinatingly different dark fantasy.” –Locus “A terrific writer...the more I read, the more excited I became because of the freshness of [her] take on the usual high fantasy setting, the assurance of [her] language, all the lovely touches of characterization that [she slips] in so effortlessly.” –Charles de Lint “Lavishly sensual...a richly detailed world.” –Library Journal “Vividly painted...dramatic, erotic, hope–filled.” –Lynn Flewelling “A darkly fascinating world...Vivid and sympathetic characters...lavish and sensuous descriptions, and interesting world building...Many compelling and beautifully realized elements. A terrific read.” –SF Site ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.com www.ABBYY.com “Intense...erotic, violent, and imaginative. This one is white–hot.” –Nancy Kress “Mystical, sensual, glittering with dark magic.” –Terri Windling, co–editor of The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror “[Anne Bishop's] poignant storytelling skills are surpassed only by her flair for the dramatic and her deft characterization...a talented author.” –Affaire de Coeur ALSO BY ANNE BISHOP THE BLACK JEWELS SERIES Daughter of the Blood Heir to the Shadows Queen of the Darkness The Invisible Ring Dreams Made Flesh THE TIR AEAINN TRILOGY The Pillars of the World Shadows and Light The House of Gaian ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.com www.ABBYY.com ROC Published by New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.com Penguin Books Ltd., 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England www.ABBYY.com Penguin Ireland, 25 St. Stephen's Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd.) Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty. Ltd.) Penguin Books India Pvt. Ltd., 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi- 110 017, India Penguin Group (NZ), cnr Airborne and Rosedale Roads, Albany, Auckland 1310, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd.) Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty.) Ltd., 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa Penguin Books Ltd., Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England First published by Roc, an imprint of New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. First Printing, February 2006 Copyright © Anne Bishop, 2006 All rights reserved REGISTERED TRADEMARK——MARC A REGISTRADA LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLIC AT ION DATA: Bishop, Anne. Sebastian / by Anne Bishop. ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.com p. cm.—(Ephemera #.1) www.ABBYY.com ISBN 0-451-46073-1 I. Title. PS3552.I7594S43 2006 813'.6—dc22 2005019668 Set in Centaur MT Designed by Ginger Legato Cover art by Larry Rostant Cover design by Ray Lundgren Printed in the United States of America PUBLISHER'S NOTE This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third- party Web sites or their content. For Pat York who crossed over to other landscapes. I'm glad you were part of my life. ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.coAm CKNOWLEDGMENTS www.ABBYY.com My thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader, to Debra Dixon for being second reader, to Kandra and Doranna for maintaining the Web site, and to Pat and Bill Feidner for all the things that make them special. Long ago, in a time that has faded from memory, a mothers tears forged the bridge that, ever after, connected the power of the living, ever-changing world to the human heart. —Myth Chapter One Present Top Next Standing at the kitchen counter, Sebastian closed his eyes and inhaled slowly and deeply to savor the smell of freshly ground koffea beans. Better than a woman. At least, a more sensual experience than the last two he'd been with. When an incubus found sex boring, it was time to take a break—or think about another line of work. Pushing that thought into the mental trunk where he'd shoved so many unpleasant memories, he followed the rest of the instructions for brewing the koffea beans. What would it be like to rise in the first wisps of dawn and come out to the kitchen to grind the beans while someone who truly mattered was snuggled in his bed, waiting to be awakened with a nuzzle and a kiss—and a cup of freshly brewed koffee? What would it be like to stand outside, cup in hand, and watch the day come alive? Sebastian shook his head. Why was he rubbing salt into emotional wounds, thinking about things that couldn't be? He lived in the Den of Iniquity, which consisted of a few blocks of crowded buildings and cobblestone streets—a place that, most likely, had been an unsavory part of some large city, nothing but a dark smudge in a daylight landscape. Then a Landscaper had altered the world, turning those streets into a separate landscape, and that had changed the feel of living on those streets, had changed the taverns, gambling houses, and brothels into a carnal carnival. But it was more than a place where human vices were openly enjoyed, more than a place where humans ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.cowm ho didn't fit into the daylight landscapes and demons like the incubi and succubi could live. The Den www.ABBYY.com was at the center of a cluster of dark landscapes some of Ephemera's demon races claimed as their own. It was a place where those demons could purchase supplies or buy a drink in a tavern without being hated or driven away because they weren't human. It was also a place that had its roots in the darker side of the human heart, a place where the sun never rose. He'd been a bitter fifteen-year-old boy when he'd stumbled into the Den. Having escaped his father's control two years before, he'd disappeared into the landscapes and struggled to survive. The dark human landscapes were too desperate and frightening even for a boy whose demon nature eclipsed whatever human blood might flow through his veins, but the people in the daylight landscapes didn't want something like him living among them, and he'd been driven out of village after village as soon as the people realized he was an incubus—and that hunger for the emotions that were produced by sex was something that couldn't be hidden or denied for long. So when he found the Den and felt the dark, edgy, carnival tone of the place, he'd embraced it with all his heart because he'd finally found a place where being an incubus didn't make him an outcast, a place where the never-ending night suited who and what he was—a place where he could belong. And he still belonged here. The Den was his home. But now, as a man who had recently turned thirty… I'm so tired of the night. A sudden yearning for something washed through him, making his heart ache, filling him with a need and a longing so powerful it staggered him. He braced his hands on the counter and waited for the feeling to pass. It always did. But the yearning had never been this powerful before, had never swept through him like this. Didn't matter. Those feelings came and went—and nothing changed. Disgusted with himself for not being content with what he had, he plucked a mug off the wooden stand— and almost dropped it when someone knocked on the cottages front door. He never brought anyone to his home, never invited anyone to visit. The only two people who ignored that demand for privacy were his human cousins, Glorianna and Lee, and neither of them would sound so hesitant about applying knuckles to wood. He'd just ignore it; that's what he'd do. He'd ignore it, and whoever—whatever—was on the other side of the door would go away. The door creaked open. Sebastian's heart pumped against his chest as he set the mug on the counter, careful to make no sound. Just as silently, he eased the biggest knife he had out of the wood block. Maybe he wouldn't win, but he'd go down fighting. "Sebastian?" a voice called. "Sebastian? You here?" He knew that voice, but he still hesitated. Then he swore silently and slipped the knife back into its slot. There were very few things in the Den that couldn't be bought, but trust was one of them. Moving to the doorway that separated the kitchen from the main living area, he peered into the room and studied his visitor. ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.coTm he other incubus stood on the threshold, almost bouncing with nerves. Yet his eyes were bright with www.ABBYY.com curiosity as he looked at the simple furniture and the framed sketches on the walls. "What do you want, Teaser?" Sebastian asked. If Teaser noticed the harsh note in Sebastian's voice, he ignored it and bounded into the main room. Then he stopped, spun around, and closed the outer door before moving toward Sebastian with the cocky swagger that was at odds with his boyish good looks. Women were often deceived into believing he acted the way he looked. With Teaser, sometimes that was a serious mistake. As youths, they had trolled the Den's streets together—blond-haired, blue-eyed Teaser projecting an image of a boy out for a bit of naughty fun, while Sebastian was the handsome piece of danger with his sable hair and sharp green eyes. They'd played their games of seduction, providing physical sex to women who crossed over to the Den from the daylight landscapes or using the power of the incubi to connect with another mind through the twilight of waking dreams, feeding on the emotions they created by being fantasy lovers. Unhappy wives. Foolish girls who wanted the romance of a mysterious admirer. Lonely women who craved the warmth of a lover, even if that lover came to them only in dreams. They were all prey to the incubi. For five years, he and Teaser had rented adjoining rooms at an expensive bordello and trolled the Den. Then, when he turned twenty, Sebastian could no longer ignore a growing need for something beyond the Den and the sexual games, so he walked away from the colored lights and the dark buildings. He found a dirt lane that began a few steps away from where the Den's main street ended—a lane he was certain hadn't been there before. He followed it, not sure if he was just taking a walk or really leaving the one place he'd felt at home. That was how he found the two-story cottage. It didn't look like it belonged in a landscape like the Den, but it wouldn't have been there if it hadn't belonged. That was the way things worked in Ephemera. He went inside, wary of being caught by whoever laid claim to the place. But it wasn't inhabited. Half the rooms were empty, but there was enough furniture left haphazardly in the other rooms to set up a comfortable bedroom, living area, and kitchen. He found linens and towels, as well as everything he needed in the kitchen to prepare and eat a simple meal. He prowled the rooms for an hour—and realized something inside him had relaxed, as if he'd taken his first full breath in months. Finding cleaning supplies in a cupboard in the kitchen, he dusted, polished, swept, and scrubbed until the cottage was clean and the furniture arranged to his liking. Then he went back to the Den, removed most of his possessions from the room he rented in the bordello, and moved into the cottage. A week later, when he returned from trolling the Den's streets, he discovered someone had planted a moonflower beside the cottage's back door. That was when he realized this place had been waiting for him to find it, to want it. She would have known the moment something in him had changed enough to match the cottage, and the moonflower was her way of saying, "Welcome." In Ephemera, there were few secrets of the heart. And nothing could be hidden from Glorianna Belladonna. He had lived in the cottage for the past ten years, still a part of the Den and yet apart from it. ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 ABBYY PClDicFk hTerrae tno sbfouyrmer2.0 www.ABBYY.co"mDidn't see you around yesterday," Teaser said, pulling Sebastian back to the present. "Just thought I'd www.ABBYY.com stop by and… see." He'd spent yesterday sketching—and had burned all the sketches when he realized he'd been trying to capture daylight memories of Aurora, his aunt Nadia's home village. Things he'd seen as a child during the times he lived with her. Then his father, Koltak, would show up again and take him away, dumping him on some woman in the poor section of the city where Koltak lived—a woman who was paid to tolerate his presence and provide him with food and a place to sleep. Half the time he lived on the streets, running wild with other abandoned children and remembering all over again how barren and miserable his life was supposed to be. Then Nadia would arrive and take him back to her home. Nadia's and Koltak's battle of wills, and the cycle of loving acceptance and coldhearted misery, finally ended when he'd gotten away from his father the last time Koltak arrived at Nadia's house to take him back to the hated city. "I was occupied," Sebastian said, pushing aside the memories. Teaser grinned wickedly. "Still offering comfort to aging spinsters and lonely widows? You need to look for something a bit more lively. Someone with a bit more kick. Can't imagine any of them are much fun when you cross over to give them a ride in the flesh instead of just romantic dreams." Then he sniffed the air. His eyes widened. "Is that koffee?" Sebastian sighed. He'd ground enough beans for two cups. Looked like he was going to share. "Come on, then." When he walked back to the counter, Teaser was right behind him. After eyeing the bag of koffea beans, the grinder, and the perk-pot, Teaser whistled. "Got the whole setup. Maybe giving spinsters and widows sweet dreams and hot nights is more lucrative than I thought." He paused. "But you don't usually buy from the black market." Sebastian took another mug from the wooden stand and filled it with koffee. "I didn't get this from the black market. This was a gift from my cousins." As he turned to hand the mug to Teaser, he caught the flash of fear in the other incubus's eyes, noted the slight tremble in the hands that accepted the mug. The prissy prig humans in other landscapes called the incubi and succubi vile demons, although enough of those humans craved the kind of sex that could be had only with an incubus or succubus partner to provide the Den's residents with a good living. But there were more dangerous demons that roamed their world, and the incubi and succubi could end up being prey as easily as any human. It had taken him a few years to realize the reason other demons who came to the Den were wary of him wasn't because he was a badass demon; it was because of his human connection. They didn't fear Lee, who was a Bridge with a rare ability to impose one landscape over another, but Glorianna… No demon wanted to incur her wrath—because Glorianna Belladonna was the Landscaper who had created the Den of Iniquity. Filling his own mug, Sebastian leaned against the counter, sipped his koffee, and said nothing. After a few minutes, Teaser said, "This place. Its… nice." He looked at the small table tucked against the wall, where Sebastian ate his meals, then at the larger table in the dining area. "It looks… nice."

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