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 "So what happened?" Maurice asked. "It imploded? Or it escaped?"

"We're not really sure," Jane said, after the two of them exchanged those looks that always implied compressed communication. "About ten minutes after that experiment of becoming visible to it again, it came to a place where we could see the shield. It was sort of glowing, just for a few seconds, but getting stronger as the doppelganger approached it. Again, no color we could recognize."

"And when it leaped, it got through?" I guessed.

"The creepy thing sort of flashed and this spiderweb of really ugly, dirty light spread out from the spot where it hit the barrier," Kurt said. "Then it was gone. If it blew up or it got through the shield, who knows? We had no trouble crossing the border and we flew up and down along the general area, looking for signs. No more trail of bruised light, no footprints in the snow, no humming feeling. Nothing."

"Weren't the kids doing something with the shield?" Pop asked after several minutes of everyone around the table looking thoughtful. "I mean, yeah, it's a little embarrassing to realize that this shield we've talked about around our town for years is real, know what I mean? We've kind of sidestepped it, almost joking about it, but now to realize that yes, there is a dividing line, and it's been protecting us, or not protecting us because it's been sabotaged …" He shook his head. "So if the kids have been monitoring it, checking out its health or whatever, maybe they felt something?"

Maybe I was finally tired, but it took me until he finished talking to realize Pop meant London and Sherwood. And what he was saying made a lot of sense.

We got a few more surprises when Kurt stepped into my office to get my tablet, so we could contact our friendly AI's with a screen all of us at the table could look at. We discovered Sherwood had been pinging me. And hadn't been able to ping Kurt and Jane.

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"And all this time, did it still look like Daniel, or did it take on its real face or shape or whatever?" Pop asked.

Good one. I hadn't even thought about that aspect of the doppelganger problem.

"Not really sure," Jane said after a few moments when she and Kurt wore almost matching frowns of concentration. "It was just a shape. Like a silhouette against all that rippling light that wasn't exactly black light, but not really any color at all."

"A man shape, yeah," Kurt said. "Maybe it got thicker than Daniel, and taller, but definitely a man, as opposed to a woman or a kid."

"I'm sorry," Pop said, "but I have the feeling none of the books in our library really cover something this or even offer hints. Angela, we might be camping at your place for the duration."

"I would be disappointed if you didn't pursue this," Angela said. "Whether this is a new enemy or puzzle, or simply a new face or ploy by Big Ugly or this Kerri woman … we need answers if we are to properly fight it. What disturbs me is that the creature seems trapped inside our borders."

"Nope." Kurt shook his head, giving us a grim little smile. "If it was still here on our turf, we'd still be tailing it and taking notes."

Off the Bookshelf: AVENUE OF BETRAYAL, Spies of the Civil War Book 1, by Sandra Merville Hart

 

Releasing February 8

The start of a new historical romance series by Sandra Merville Hart, whom I have the pleasure of knowing through ACFW.

As someone who usually doesn't read historical, unless there's some fantasy element involved, I'm probably the last reviewer readers should listen to. Especially since I'm biased because Sandy is a friend. I agreed to read and review because I've read other stories she's written, and I knew I was guaranteed a touching story, well-written.

That being said, this is a captivating novel of intrigue and heartache, and a glimpse behind-the-scenes of a painful period in our country's history. Even if you don't normally go to the historical or the romance section of the bookstore, you really should consider reading this.

Who are our longsuffering heroine and hero?

Annie Swanson is the daughter of an influential banker in Washington, D.C. Her father is immediately under suspicion because he has roots in Rebel territory. Things get worse when her brother, who married into a Southern family, musters into the Southern army. It's a painful development for their entire family, and becomes the first of many secrets Annie must keep.

Then along comes John Finn, her brother's friend. They met at her brother's wedding and shared not just a slightly forbidden kiss, but several dreamlike days. He has been striding through her dreams ever since. John is a sergeant-major in a Boston regiment picketed near her home. Their reunion and the rekindling of her romantic hopes are overshadowed by an unpleasant assignment handed to John: spy on the Swanson family, take advantage of his friendship with them, to determine if they are loyal.

Mr. Swanson's actions seem suspicious, colored by the concerns of John's spy master. Whose side is he on? Will his actions destroy Annie and her sister Beatrice's futures? What about their brother, serving in the army? What happens when the fateful day comes that he and John come face-to-face on the battlefield?

Not going to tell you. Because you really do need to follow Annie and John's journey of learning to trust and hope, and yes, suffer from a situation they can't control.

Take it from someone who usually doesn't read this genre. Dive in and enjoy the bumpy ride to true love.

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"When it first ran away, it went in a straight line for the nearest border," Kurt reported. He reached for the deluxe oatmeal cream pie he had been eyeing since he and Jane sat down at the table. "What?" he said, when she and I exchanged grins. "Is there a boobytrap or something hidden inside? Something only girls are supposed to like eating?"

"It's a recipe we came up with," I said. "We're just curious if you'll like it, that's all."

"Uh huh." He glanced between us a few times, then opened his mouth as wide as it could go and took a bite. He closed his eyes and chewed a few times. Paused. Opened his eyes. Turned the pie over a few times, examining it. Then chewed a half dozen more times, before taking a swig of tea to wash it down. "Umm, Jane … did I ask you to marry me yet?"

"Changing your mind?" She leaned back in her seat, shoulders shaking slightly from repressed laughter.

"Heck no! This would just seal the deal if I hadn't made up my mind already."

The rest of us laughed, and Kurt nearly inhaled the oatmeal pie. Too soon, though, the light moment passed. He returned to what he had been saying.

"The freaky thing is, it hit the line where Neighborlee met Cutterville and it bounced back. There was a flare, a color of light or energy I've never seen before." He shook his head, contemplating his empty mug for a moment. "It seemed like there was a matching flare on its body where it hit, around the shoulders and upper arm, like if a linebacker tried to bulldoze through a defending line. That flare faded when it backed up and changed its angle. Then it hit the shield again and bounced back even farther than the first time."

"We've spent most of the last few hours following it around, staying on the Neighborlee side of the border with the surrounding towns," Jane said. "Each time, the same flare of some kind of energy we've never seen before, and that flash of bruised light where it ran into the shield. Each time, it waited until the bruise faded to brown before it tried again. The whole thing was starting to feel a little frantic near the end."

"Yeah, I could almost feel sorry for it," Kurt said, through a mouthful of his second oatmeal pie. "The weird thing is that I was pretty sure it couldn't see us or even sense us, hidden in the Ghost field. But that was the only way we could see it. We experimented about an hour ago." He checked his watch and nodded. "Yeah, just short of an hour ago. We stepped out of the field, and the thing vanished. We brought up the field again and there it was, trying to get over the border into Darbyville. It slammed against the shield five or six times before it gave up and ran away."

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Telling about the little encounter didn't take very long. Taking it apart detail by detail and speculating and comparing with old folk tales and things Maurice could remember from lessons in his childhood took us the next three hours. I knew Mum and Pop wanted to ask Maurice about the kind of lessons a Fae child would have to learn, and anything he could share about the Fae Realms equivalent of the boogieman. They just made little notes in their ever-present notebooks and kept the conversation on the topic of my particular boogieman.

Angela was unusually silent, meaning either she didn't have any information to add, or she felt now was not the right time to tell us what she did know. Or maybe she needed to do more research. We were discussing the whole vampire concept of being unable to enter without a welcome when Kurt and Jane came back. They had something interesting to add, and just reignited the whole oogie sensation in my gut all over again. 

They had been inside the Ghost field when I gave the doppelganger a hard mental punch in the chest. That spot where I hit it had given off a purplish glow among the red trail of energy the doppelganger left behind when it fled. As they chased it, the purple faded to green and then brown, like a bruise. As the colors changed, and going by the analogy of a bruise, as the doppelganger healed, it moved faster. Kurt and Jane had stayed back, just keeping it in sight, hoping it would lead them to its nest -- bad mental image -- or to the place where it had come through into Neighborlee. 

 

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 By that time, Pop had come in, stomping snow off his boots. Considering my driveway and the backyard had been shoveled clean, that meant he had been walking around the house, examining the scene of the doppelganger's mad scramble to get away from Kurt and Jane.

Maurice flew into the living room and did something. From where I was sitting, I could see him flying back and forth across the front door, up and down, diagonally. He never tried to open the door, but he must have found out something, because he was scowling when he came back into the kitchen and got close enough I could see his face. A head less than an inch tall didn't really reveal much detail until he was nearly up to my nose.

"You got glowing streaks in the air, going around the house," Pop reported, once he had hung up his coat and pried off his boots. "I don't think ordinary eyes can see it, but ever since last summer, I can kind of squint and see things." He shrugged. "What's weird is the lack of footprints, except where it looks like something had a wrestling match for a few seconds."

"What did you see on the front door?" I asked Maurice.

"Something was trying to get in." He shook his head and stomped across the table to the doll-sized table and beanbag chair I kept on hand for when he visited. All the plastic Barbie-style furniture wasn't very comfortable. "There were fingerprints or whatever all around the frame, and along the walls, like it was trying to ooze through but couldn't find a hole. What's really weird is there is no energy, no magic keeping anything out. Unless your really good construction and insulation works against spookies like they work against bugs and weather."

"Nothing you can sense," Angela gently corrected him. "Whatever this thing is, it seems to obey certain ancient protocols … which still doesn't seem to help us identify it."

"Kurt and Jane are chasing it. Maybe they'll find out some things to help us," I said.

"Okay, honey, what happened?" Pop picked up the carafe of tea now that the coffeemaker had finished brewing, and brought it over to the table.

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Mum let me get off the phone. I barely remembered to flip the locks on the back door before I tottered over to the refrigerator. And then I drank straight from the jug. I didn't care that I spilled a few drops of chocolate milk on my shirt. Mopping up those dribbles made me aware once again I was in my summer-weight pajamas. The ones with worn thin spots that were fine when it was just all girls, but it wasn't just my parents coming to check on me. Besides, Kurt and Jane would come back as soon as they finished dealing with the doppelganger.

Maybe I should be worried, the longer it took them to come back?

I snagged my big, fluffy red robe and slippers. My feet were cold, too. I put water in the coffeemaker, to brew up some of Pop's special recipe tea, and I was pulling all sorts of treats out of the cupboards when the back door opened. Mum and Angela led the way. Holly was behind them. Maurice leaped off her shoulder, out from under her fluffy scarf, and zipped around the kitchen before coming to hover in front of me.

"You okay, kiddo?" He looked me up and down, eyebrows rising as he looked at my legs. I was standing up, but more leaning on the counter than really standing. It was the only way I could reach the shelves where I had stashed the really good homemade goodies. Starting with those deluxe oatmeal cream pies.

I shrugged. I wasn't about to admit that his reaction to seeing me on my feet, when he knew I was starting to get my legs back, was a little more reassuring than was good for me. The doppelganger hadn't reacted at all. Did that mean it knew my legs were coming back, or the doppelganger just didn't know me well enough, or didn't notice enough details to wonder? 

"Here, let me do that." Angela gently but firmly shoved me back down into my wheelchair, which I had had the sense to get and bring into the kitchen. She and Mum bustled around the kitchen, bringing out cups and plates and putting the containers of goodies I indicated on the table.

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 "What happened?" Mum demanded, before I finished saying hello.

"The doppelganger showed up here. Kurt and Jane chased it. They're still chasing it, as far as I know."

In the background, as she repeated what I had just said, I heard the grumble of the trusty old VW minibus that had been old when Mum and Pop adopted me.

"We saw something, but we didn't know what it was, too much light, too much warping."

"How?" I aimed myself for the refrigerator. The spikes in my temples needed a good dose of chocolate milk before they got any deeper and met up with the corkscrew aching sensation coming up through my stomach.

"We went back to Divine's with Angela and Maurice and Holly, to talk." Mum sighed. "And see if there was anything we could find in some of those very esoteric books she keeps locked up. Angela and I both got a feeling that something was wrong with you. Maurice persuaded the Wishing Ball to show us what was happening. There was a figure in your doorway and -- Lanie, why did you open the door?"

"It couldn't get in. It needed me to let it in." I nearly laughed as I realized what had happened. It really was like in the rules laid down by Buffy: vampires can't get in where they aren't welcome. The doppelganger had gone right through the fence and those cars, but couldn'tget into my house … because I hadn't welcomed it or invited it in. "Where are you?"

"We're about to turn into your neighborhood."

"Okay, let me pull out supplies for a long talk. I really need to get off my feet. The back door's open."

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Kurt and Jane sped after it, joining hands a second before they vanished, enclosed by the Ghost field. I stood there long enough the cold air through the screen door penetrated my pajamas. My shivering combined with my wobbling knees and aching feet and tired thighs to send me sliding down the frame of the door to the floor. Real good.

I scooted back away from the door far enough to shove it closed with my mind. That kind of hurt, meaning my mental punch to the doppelganger took a lot more energy than I intended. I got up onto my knees enough to flip the light switch and got the door locked again. Then I sagged back against the wall to catch my breath.

Okay, I was on the floor in the living room. My options were to crawl to the kitchen, where I could pull myself up and navigate by holding onto chairs and counters. That made sense to me, because I was going to need to chow down on something before my reaction headache hit. Best bet was chocolate milk and trail mix, and then those to-die-for treats Jane and Felicity and Holly and I had created when we were goofing around a week ago. Little Debbie oatmeal cream pies, sandwiched together with peanut butter, dipped in melted chocolate.

And why was I sitting there, thinking about food, when I should be getting into the kitchen before my head started throbbing and my stomach clenched so tightly I couldn't move for the cramps? 

I went on my hands and knees. Not as bad as I had feared. I got into the kitchen and pulled myself up by holding onto the closest chair. I was slightly out of breath and fighting a little vertigo, which worried me, when my phone rang. I nearly burst into tears when I saw the call was from Mum. That told me more clearly than my shaking legs and aching head that I had really strained myself with that doppelganger.

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 "Mal -- what?" He grinned. Definitely not Daniel. The real Daniel would understand that word, and the implications.

Really, what more proof did I need?

And still this thing looked at me and didn't react to me being on my own two feet. Which were getting kind of achy. So was this a different doppelganger? Or didn't he notice I was sitting in a wheelchair when he planted himself next to me at our table at the party less than three hours ago?

"Hey, a little help here!" I shoved hard with my mind.

I was half afraid my telekinetic fist would go right through the doppelganger, but to my great satisfaction, he went flying off the front step and out into the snow with a satisfying ooph, wide-eyed and stunned. The black light effect flared and shot off crackles of static and sparks before dropping back to its starting levels.

Kurt and Jane stepped out of a slit in the air. They also hovered about two feet above the top of the snow drifts.

Doppelganger Daniel scrambled backward in the snow for a few feet. It was more than a foot deep, because hey, I never used the front door. The mailbox was on the side of the house, so brother Harry never shoveled the front sidewalk. Come to think of it … I looked in the last of the fading black light streaks, and there were no footprints leading up to my front door.

"The thing teleports or whatever. It didn't walk here," I called out, as Kurt and Jane split up to perform their pincer move on the doppelganger as it struggled to its feet.

"What do you want?" Kurt spread his arms.

Jane mirrored him. Swirls of light radiated out from their hands and spun around, forming a sphere around the melting thing that no longer looked like Daniel. Kind of gross, but nothing like the melting wax figures they used in the opening-the-Ark-and-creating-chaos scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

It made little squawking noises, then sort of flattened and slid sideways, shooting off a cascade of fractured, dirty-looking light as the walls of the Ghost field squeezed it. Too late. It flared, more ugly black light special effects, and sped across the yard. Through the snow fence the Mulcahys put up next door. Out into the street. Through four cars. Then vanished from sight, leaving streaks of red light behind it.