The Raven King (Excerpt)
The Raven King (Excerpt)
The Raven King (Excerpt)
RAVEN
KING
Book IV of
the R aven Cycle
S c h o l a s t i c P r e ss
N e w Yo r k
For Sarah,
who gallantly took the Seat Perilous
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a psychic who hated you (she was not wrong). Gwenllian was, in
fact, the psychic who hated him (she was not wrong).
It took Maura quite a bit of doing to persuade him to leave
the pantry, and even after hed joined them at the table, he did
not look at all like he belonged. Some of that was because he was
a man, and some of it was because he was much taller than everyone else. But most of it was because he had dark, permanently
worried eyes that indicated he had seen the world and it was too
much for him. That earnest fear was entirely at odds with the
varying degrees of self-confidence carried by the psychics in
the room.
Maura and Calla had known him before Blue had been born
and both were thinking that Artemus was ever so much less than
he had been then. Well, Maura thought ever so much less. Calla
merely thought less, as she hadnt had a very high opinion of him
to begin with. But then, lanky men who appeared out of mystical
groves had never been her type.
Jimi poured the whiskey.
Orla closed the doors to the reading room.
The women sat.
What a cluster, Calla said, by way of opening (she was not
wrong).
He cant be saved, can he? Jimi asked. She meant Gansey.
She was a little misty-eyed. It was not that she was intensely fond
of Gansey, but she was a very sentimental person, and the idea of
any young man being cut down in his youth troubled her.
Mm, said Maura.
The women all took a drink. Artemus did not. He shot a
nervous look at Gwenllian. Gwenllian, always imposing with
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were bad things. She could just sense the enormity of its requests,
the weight of its promises. Life-changing. Orla was just fine with
her life, thanks very much, so shed tipped her hat and gotten out
of there.
The forest is fine, Artemus said.
All of the women looked at him.
Describe fine, Maura said.
Cabeswater loves them. Artemus folded his enormous
hands in his lap and pointed his enormous nose at them. His
gaze kept jerking back to Gwenllian, as if he feared she might
leap at him. Gwenllian meaningfully snuffed one of the candles
with her shot glass; the reading room got one tiny fire darker.
Care to elaborate? Calla asked.
Artemus did not.
Maura said, Well take that opinion under advisement.
The women took a drink.
Is any of us in this room going to die? Jimi asked. Did
anyone else we know appear at the church watch?
Doesnt apply to any of us, Maura said. The church watch
generally only predicted the deaths of those who had been born
in the town or directly on the spirit road (or, in Ganseys case,
reborn), and everyone currently at the table was an import.
Applies to Blue, though, Orla pointed out.
Maura aggressively stacked and restacked her cards. But its
not a guarantee of safety. There are fates worse than death.
Lets shuffle, then, said Jimi.
Each woman held her tarot deck to her heart, shuffled, and
then selected a single card at random. They placed the cards
faceup on the table.
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