The Many Worlds of K. A. Webb

“Thian is a world with magic.” Bastien stood, making his way over to the window. “It’s the reason we’re here.” He thought back to his own arrival, and how complicated it had been. Lottie seemed to be taking it all much better, but then there was no way for him to know what she was truly thinking or feeling. “Someone who’s given the chance to call Thian home is here because the world wanted to give them another chance to live out the life they should have had.” Running his tongue over his lips he turned to look at her. “You do know how you’re here, don’t you?”

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There was only one person who would knock on my door at 3am. For a moment I lay in bed, hoping he’d go away, but then he knocked again. “Lily.” His voice was little more than a whisper, but I could hear him like he was right beside me. “Come on, little sister. I need you.”

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As the House came closer Diggory slowed. Emmett glanced at him, before turning his attention back to the woman they were mostly carrying between them. Even though Diggory had the strength to carry her alone it was better that he didn’t, because the wound was enough for him to want to feed from her, and after all the hard work they’d done neither of them really wanted him to do something he would later regret. “We made this decision together.”

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Every report Thomar read seemed worse than the one before. Sighing, he looked out of the window, seeing his city untouched by the illness, and realised, the same way his parents and brothers must have, that their only hope was the Magi. Convincing the Magi to help them seemed impossible. It had been centuries since the Magi had been kept as slaves, yet they still hated the Carne for what their ancestors had done. He didn’t know how he’d feel if he was in their position, even though he hoped that he would have been able to forgive and forget, but he accepted their hatred because he could easily imagine hating the Magi if things had been the other way round.

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Everyone heard the post come through the letterbox. No one moved for several minutes. It was another day that would change the lives of multiple people. On the other days I’d been lucky. There hadn’t been a letter for me on the doorstep, but we knew it might not last, and finding it was something none of us wanted to do. When far too much time had passed I stood. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to know. Before I was anywhere near the pile of letters I could see it. People had posted what it looked like for others, so I knew it was there. What I didn’t know was which of us it was for. Even though it would be hard I wanted it to be for me. Having to watch my baby sister step onto one of those ships was something I really didn’t want to do. We all knew it was just the World Government clutching at straws. Nothing else they’d done had worked the way they wanted it to. That, for some reason, led to them thinking they should send some of us out there, to find new worlds to colonise. Like we believed it was actually going to happen.

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“Faye?” I looked up at Laura. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

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There had been nothing written about what would happen if a man reached black level. Some had said that their lack of knowledge put them at a disadvantage and it turned out they were right. Ixia looked back at the building she had called home for her entire life. No one had been sure that he could even become a black mage. Very few people actually managed it. Everyone knew that if he did it would change the world forever. She sighed, holding tightly to her bag strap. They just couldn’t know how it would change and she didn’t think it had ever crossed anyone’s mind that he would learn death magic.

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For a long time all Lottie could do was stare at the options in front of her. It definitely wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She’d read about the light, and the door, and all sorts of other things, but she’d never once heard about someone who’d died being faced with the choice of pressing one of three buttons. Heaven sounded boring, to be honest. The last thing she wanted was to end up somewhere that was meant to be perfect. Hell… well, she’d heard a lot about hell, and she couldn’t be certain that any of it was true, but that didn’t meant she wanted to put herself in danger of being tortured for the rest of time. After thinking it through it seemed like the only thing she could do was press ‘New Game’ and hope for the best.

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It was late, much later than I’d normally be walking home, but things had taken longer than I thought they would. After trying on what felt like hundreds of dresses, drinking a couple more glasses of wine than was usual for a Monday afternoon, and having a long chat with my helpers (my mum, my younger sister, and my best friend), time had flown by, and instead of heading home at four in the afternoon, which would have been quite late enough as the days got shorter, it was seven in the evening. While I was walking I was watching the sun set and hoping that I’d be home before too many vampires woke up.

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