Resurrection by Nancy Holder

the same. Then a girlwith long hair bent at the man’s side and started speaking to him in a language Eli didn’t understand. She whipped out a cell phone. Then she saw Eli.
    â€œExcuse me, sir,” she said in English. “I noted that you have a car. Would it be possible to transport this man to hospital? He has broken his leg.”
    Eli paused. If I do it, maybe she’ll have dinner with me. Or more.
    But he didn’t want to have dinner with her. He wanted to find Nicole.
    Sweat beaded on his brow. I’m losing it. This is not who I am.
    He responded in French, telling her that the car was unavailable, and suggesting, in addition, that she and the bicyclist both go to hell.
    Then he walked off, feeling a little better.
    Dover: Jer and Eve
    Darklightdarklightdarklight, the revolving prism of the white lighthouse warned the ships at sea to beware of the bone-shattering rocks tossed upon the coastline, encrusting the shallows beneath the tides. The buoys clanged; the gulls screamed; the purple swells peaked, collapsed, and hid the evidence.
    Beneath their crusted veils of ice, Holly wrapped her arms around Jer and put her mouth over his. He did the same. Their legs tangled, untangled, like mermaid tails. Warm air from her body blew into his mouth, his throat, his lungs. It was too hot;fire swam through his bloodstream and ignited every cell. Too hot; he moaned and tried to pull away. Then he realized that his arms were tied together, by the traditional black silk cords of warlock handfasting. He tried to tell her, but her mouth was clamped over his.
    Like a killing undine, a water elemental, she began to suck the breath out of him. It whooshed out like oxygen in a blaze; creating a suction. He pounded gently on her back, and a shudder went through her.
    Then she pulled back and he realized she was laughing. Her dark eyes were half-closed as she shook silently, laughing. She threw back her head and opened her mouth, and the life-giving air she had drawn out of his body bubbled toward the surface—
    â€”the surface, so far away.
    The moon rippled above the black water, and grew smaller and dimmer as Jer and Holly sank toward the endless bottom of the sea. He jerked his arms, straining to free himself. He kept his mouth clamped shut and shook his head, trying to signal to her that it was not a game. They were in danger, great danger. He stared at her hard, kicking his legs. A stalk of kelp thrashed behind Holly, rising above her like a monster. It had two yellow reptilian eyes; as it unfolded, they focused on her. Two leaves became a mouth, with fangs—
    Still she laughed; still they sank.
    The kelp monster began to lower its head toward her; the mouth opened, revealed teeth of sharply honed abalone shells.They glistened like pearls. A skull gleamed on its long, slimy green tongue.
    Eli. Here he was at last, stripped of all life, like their father. The skull tumbled out of the monster’s mouth and swirled end over end.
    â€œHolly!” Jer shouted. The sound carried, vibrating through the stormy ocean until it hit the rocks and shattered. Sparks flicked toward the moon.
    He knew, then, that he was going to die. He had no breath left in his body. He had used the last of it to warn her.
    And still she laughed. She laughed as he squirmed in her embrace; then she tugged once, twice, and let go of him. Clinging gracefully to the kelp monster with her left hand, she reached forward and pushed his shoulder with her right. He flailed, trying to grab her. It was clear that she didn’t understand.
    Why doesn’t she need any air?
    Then she pushed him again; he sank farther; and she pulled back her right foot and kicked him as hard as she could in the face. He heard a crack; it was his nose, breaking. His blood mushroomed in front of him, creating a crimson barrier that obscured her face. He gasped, sucking in water.
    As he looked up at her, she started laughing again.
    â€œAdieu,” she