This was a kind of power I hadn't felt before. Normally when someone who can sling major mojo around draws their stuff up around them, it's something violent and active. I'd seen wizards who charged the air around them with so much electricity it made their hair stand on end, wizards whose power would gather light into nearly solid gem-shaped clouds that orbited around them, wizards whose mastery of earth magic literally made the ground shake, wizards who could shroud themselves in dark fire that burned anyone near them with the raw, emotional rage of their magic.
This was different. Alicia's power, whatever it was, didn't fill the store. It emptied it in a way that I didn't think I fully understood. Utter stillness spread out from her-not peace, for that would have been something tranquil, accepting. This stillness was a horrible, hungry emptiness, something that took its power from being not. It was made of the emptiness at the loss of a loved one, of the silence between the beats of a heart, and of the inevitability of the empty void that waited patiently for the stars to grow cold and burn out. It was power wholly different from the burning fires of life that formed the magic I knew-and it was strong. God, it was so strong.
I began to tremble as I realized that everything I had wasn't enough to go up against this.
"I don't like your answer," Alicia said. She smiled at me, a slow and evil expression. She had a dimple on one cheek. Hell's bells, an evil dimple.
My mouth felt dry, but my voice sounded steady when I spoke. "That's too bad. If you're so upset about not getting a copy, I suggest you take it up with Cowl."
She stared at me with no expression for a moment and then said, "You are with Cowl?"
"No," I told her. "I was, in fact, forced to drop a car on him last night when he tried to take the book from me."
"Liar," she said. "Had you truly fought Cowl, you'd be dead."
"Whatever," I replied, my tone bored. "I'll tell you what I told him. My book. You can't have it."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Wait a moment. You were at the mortuary. In the entryway."
"We call it the Forensic Institute now."
Her eyes glittered. "You found it. You succeeded where Grevane failed, didn't you?"
I turned up one corner of my mouth, and said nothing.
Alicia took in a deep breath. "Perhaps we can reach an understanding."
"Funny," I said. "Grevane said the very same thing."
Alicia took an eager step toward me. "You denied him?"
"I didn't like his hat."
"You have wisdom for one so young," she said. "In the end he is nothing but a dog mourning his fallen master. He would turn on you in a moment. The gratitude of the Capiorcorpus, by contrast, is an eternal asset."
Capiorcorpus. Roughly translated, the taker of corpses, or bodies. I suddenly had a better idea of why Li Xian had referred to Alicia as "my lord."
"Assuming I want that gratitude," I said, "what price would it carry?"
"Give me the book," she said. "Give me the Word. Stand with me at the Darkhallow. In exchange I will grant you autonomy and the principality of your choice when the new order arises."
I didn't want her to know that I had no freaking clue what she was talking about, so I said, "That's a tempting offer."
"It should be," she said. She lifted her chin, and her eyes glittered with something bright and utterly confident. "The new order will change many things in this world. You have the opportunity to help shape it to your liking."
"And if I turn you down?" I asked.
She met my eyes directly. "You are young, Harry Dresden. It is a great tragedy when a man with your potential dies before his time."
I shied away from her gaze at once. When a wizard looks into another person's eyes for an instant too long, he sees into them in a profound and unsettling kind of vision called a soulgaze. If I'd left my gaze on Alicia's eyes, I would get an up-close and personal look at her soul- and she at mine. I didn't want to see what was going on behind that dimpled smile. I recognized that perfect surety in her manner and expression as something more than rampant ego or fanatic conviction.
It was pure madness. Whatever else Alicia was, she was calmly and horribly insane.
My mouth felt a lot drier. My legs were shaking, and my feet were advising the rest of me to let them run away. "I'll have to think about it."
"By all means," Alicia said. Her face took on an ugly expression and her voice hardened. "Consider it. But take a single step from where you stand and it will be your last."
"Killing me might get you a copy of the book, but it won't get you the Word," I said. "Or did you think I was carrying both of them around with me?"
Her right hand clenched into a slow fist and the room got a couple of degrees colder. "Where is the Word?"
Wouldn't I like to know? I thought.
"Wouldn't you like to know," I said. "Kill me now and there's no Word. No new order."
She uncurled her hand. "I can make you tell me," she said.
"If you could do that, you'd have done it by now, instead of standing there looking stupid."
She started taking slow steps toward me, smiling. "I prefer to attempt reason before I destroy a mind. It is a somewhat taxing activity. Are you sure you wouldn't rather work with me?"
Gulp. Mental magic is a dark, dark, dark grey area of the art. Every wizard who makes it to the White Council has received training in how to defend against mental assaults, but that was perfunctory at best. After all, the Council made it a special point to wipe out wizards who violated the sanctuary of another's mind. It's one of the Laws of Magic, and if the Wardens caught someone doing it, they killed them, end of story. There was no such thing as an expert at that kind of magic on the White Council, and as a result the defense training was devised by relative amateurs.
Something told me that Alicia the Corpsetaker wasn't an amateur.
"That's close enough," I said in a cold voice.
She kept walking, very slowly, a sort of sinuous enjoyment in her stride. "Last chance."
"I mean it," I said. "Stay ba-"
Before I could finish the word, she made a rippling gesture with the shimmering fingers of her left hand.
There was a whirling sensation, and I was suddenly caught in a gale, a whirlwind that tried to carry me toward the girl. My feet started sliding across the floor. I leaned back with a cry, lifting my shield bracelet, and it blazed into a dome of solid blue light before me. It did nothing- nothing at all. The vicious vortex continued to draw me to her outstretched hand.
I started to panic, and then realized what was happening. There was no wind-not physically, anyway. The books on the shelves were not stirring, nor was my long leather duster. My shield offered me no protection from a wholly nonphysical threat, and I released it, saving my strength.
The hideous vacuum wasn't meant for my body. It was targeting my thoughts.
"That's right," Alicia said.
Holy crap. She'd heard me thinking.
"Of course, young man. Give me what I want now and I may leave you enough of your mind to feed yourself."
I gritted my teeth, marshaling my thoughts, my defenses.
"It's too late for that, boy."
Like hell it was. My thoughts coalesced into a unified whole, an absolute image of a wall of smooth, grey granite. I built the image of the wall in my mind and then filled it with the power I'd been holding at the ready. I felt a nauseating confusion for a second, and then the mental gale ceased as abruptly as it had begun.
Alicia's head jerked as if she'd been slapped across the cheek.
I glared at her, teeth gritted, and asked, "Is that all you got?"