Аннотация

A shadow at the doorway crosses to the bed, leaving only the faint odor of ginger in its wake. Sturdy hands reach under the covers. Strong, nimble fingers open five-year-old Adele’s hand, while pressing a finger-length crystal amulet into her clenched fist. “I am your grandmother,” a woman’s accented voice declares. “This dZi belonged to your father, it make dragons go away.” Ten years later, in the darkened overcroft of the Capitol Cathedral on Halloween, Adele finds her grandmother’s words strangely prophetic. The grounds of the Capitol Cathedral were supposed to be the perfect setting for the children of Washington’s elite to enjoy All Hallows’ Eve. This year’s party was made extraordinary by hosting the premiere of the Smithsonian’s new exhibit: Gargoyles and Grotesques from the Great Cathedrals of Europe. Unknown to all, one of the displays is a not-so-mythical, real-life Gargouille with a hunger for the unwitting buffet pouring out of school buses as dusk settles on the Cathedral grounds. As the Gargouille hunts, Adele realizes that her dZi is channeling the thoughts of some sinister being and, when it targets her only friend, she takes action. Mayhem ensues, the Gargouille is vanquished, a great deal of damage is wrought, and Adele wakes up the next day in the hospital facing a list of police charges that would require an entire law firm to defend. For the second time, Adele’s grandmother comes into her life. She contrives a breakout, not just from the hospital but from the country. Within a day, Adele is across the Atlantic and on a train from London to somewhere on the west coast of Scotland. On the train, Adele’s grandmother relates the family history, revealing that she, like her parents, is an Adept who can focus their minds through the crystal matrix of her dZi to read the thoughts of creatures, thought to exist only in mythology. Her destiny is to follow in her parents’ footsteps, working with the secretive guild whose job is to rid the world of these monsters before the rest of us know of their existence. The Scottish mainland disappears behind the wake of the ferry and Adele’s new life forms in the mist ahead; a black spire of rock jutting from the rough Atlantic, the island of Fath-Arachnid. As she sips hot chocolate from the ferry’s cafeteria, she recalls what little her grandmother had time to tell her. “Should be fun,” she mumbles into the steam from her cup. “All I have to do is survive.”