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ONE LAST LESSON

Alissa is steadily advancing in her magical studies with the last surviving Master

at the legendary Hold. But she’s haunted by dreams—dreams revealing that other

Masters have survived…

Alissa’s dreams lead her to a distant island, where she and a rescue party discover

countless Masters, alive and part of a flourishing magical society. But instead of

being welcomed, Alissa finds that she herself may need to be rescued. The

Masters’ leader, Keribdis, believes that she should be Alissa’s teacher, whether

Alissa likes it or not. And when Alissa rebels, she endangers not only her magic,

but also her life…

PRAISE FOR DAWN COOK’S TRUTH NOVELS

“Fun…sure to appeal to fans of Tamora Pierce or Robin McKinley

…everything I need in a good read.”

—Patricia Briggs, author of Raven’s Shadow

“Cook’s use of mood and atmosphere really shines

…she can tell a darn good story.”

—The Green Man Review

Ace Books by Dawn Cook

FIRST TRUTH

HIDDEN TRUTH

FORGOTTEN TRUTH

LOST TRUTH

ACE BOOKS, NEW YORK

Contents
 
  2    3    4    5    6    7    8    9    10    11    12    13    14    15
  17    18    19    20    21    22    23    24    25    26    27    28    29
  31    32    33    34    35    36    37    38    39    40    41    42
 

For Tim

Acknowledgments

I’d like to thank my writers’ group for their moral support; my husband, Tim, for listening to the

rewrites; and, of course, Richard Curtis and Anne Sowards.

The half-dozen chicken eggs cradled in her ridiculously long, clawlike fingers threatened to slip. Alissa

drew them close to her body, knowing she wouldn’t be able to catch them before they hit the ground,

even from this height. She flicked a glance down. Below, the tallest outcrops of the mountains slipped

soundlessly under her, gray in the morning light. The fog was beginning to rise with the sun, making a

patchwork with low areas peeking out from under flat-topped white clouds and high crags sharp in the

clear air.

Damp and clinging, the breeze tugged at her as she flew, and Alissa felt her secondary, nictitating

eyelid shut against the wind. It was spring, and she was restless. This was the best she had felt all

week—headed west, with the rising sun sending the shadow from her batlike wings to scare the

occasional deer or goat into panicked dashes.

This morning, before the stars had vanished, she had flown across the mountains to her mother’s

abandoned farm in the foothills with the excuse of gathering eggs from the chickens that remained there.

In truth, she was seeing if the snow was gone and all the passes were open. They were, thrilling her to no

end. Now perhaps she could convince Useless to let her leave and find her mother.

In all his scheming wisdom, her teacher. Useless—or Talo-Toecan as everyone else properly called

him—had decided that having been raised in the foothills, Alissa would adhere to foothills traditions

concerning marriage. Her mother needed to show favor to one of her suitors before she could wed. But

her mother had returned to her desert homeland, leaving only a tear-marked note on the abandoned

stove, Alissa knew Useless didn’t care one whit about foothills traditions. He was just using the situation

to keep Strell and Lodesh at arm’s length from her, hoping she would lose interest and turn her attentions

to a match more suitable to her new Master standing. His scheming only made Alissa all the more

determined to marry one of them. The question remained, though, as to which one.

Slowly on the thin updrafts of the morning, she glided toward the Hold. The energy of the rising air

currents stained the perfect sky with upwelling shades of a darker blue, visible through her raku eyes. To

her right, a stark rock face threw off a steady stream of violet, swirling heat. Alissa’s stomach clenched

as she found herself angling toward it.

“Do you want to try rising on it?” came a thought that was hers, but not. It was Beast, and Alissa

grimaced.

“No,” Alissa answered shortly in her mind, peeved Beast would even ask. “You do it.”

“You need to learn to fly,” her alter consciousness said.

“And you need to learn to hoe your own row of beets.”

Beast smugly withdrew her control over their level glide. Finding herself responsible for their motion,

Alissa panicked. Immediately they stalled. They hung motionless for a heartbeat. Wings flailing, they

dropped.

With a snort of laughter, Beast resumed command to catch their fall in an elegant swoop.

Alissa’s tail brushed against the top of a dew-wet hemlock. “Burn it to ash!” she shouted in their

shared thoughts, clutching the eggs close as her racing heart slowed. “Don’t do that!”

Beast twisted her thoughts to give the impression of a smirk in their shared mind.

Glancing down, Alissa shuddered, knowing from experience how hard the ground was when one

barreled into it at this speed. “I’ve been stuck at the Hold all winter,” she thought, sending a trace of

rueful emotion to Beast. “Now that the passes are open, I want to find my mother.”

“You want to go,” Beast said suddenly. “I like to fly. The sky is clear. Let’s go.”

Alissa nervously shifted the eggs. She hadn’t known her very real—and often annoying—alter

consciousness felt the same. “I can’t,” Alissa said. “After the fiasco in the plains last summer. Useless

said I had to find her thought signature first My range isn’t that good yet.”

“It’s an excuse,” Beast said shortly. “I don’t think even he could pick one person out from

thousands. Not half a continent away.”

Alissa bobbed her great head, and Beast easily adjusted for the shift in momentum. “Even so, I can’t

just fly away.” Alissa’s mood turned soft and content. “Strell and Lodesh can’t keep up.”

“Oh.” Beast’s thoughts were tinged with disgust and a grudging confusion. “I understand love. It

grounds you when you want to fly.”

“No, Beast,” Alissa insisted. “You don’t understand at all.” She sighed, hearing the exhalation come

out in a primitive, guttural sound. Despite the nights spent trying to explain. Beast didn’t seem to have the

capability to comprehend what Alissa felt for Strell and Lodesh. It wasn’t as if she could ask Useless for

help, either. Only two people knew that Alissa had broken the Hold’s oldest law and kept the bestial

consciousness that evolves when a Master learns how to shift forms. If Useless ever found out, he would

rectify the situation with a savage vengeance that would destroy Beast and probably leave Alissa bruised

and battered—and less for the lack of her alter consciousness.

A sudden tightening at the back of her sinuous neck where it met her shoulders sent a wash of tension

through her, driving her idle thoughts away. Something wasn’t right.

“We’re being followed,” Beast said in unconcern. “Connen-Neute has been behind us since we

left the ground. You’re just now noticing him?”

Vexed, Alissa snaked her neck around and saw a golden form, twin to her own, a valley behind.

Connen-Neute knew of Beast, accepted Beast, and was admittedly a little afraid of Beast. But as a

fellow student Master, Connen-Neute was her only peer. Seeing him, Alissa spurred Beast into a faster

pace. She had no problem sharing the sky with Connen-Neute, but his skulking made it obvious that

Useless had sent him to shadow her.

“Bone and Ash,” she muttered into her thoughts. “Doesn’t Useless trust me?” Then her annoyance

hesitated, shifting to a rising anticipation. “Beast,” she asked, “can we lose him?”

Beast made a short puff of scorn. “Do updrqfts rise?” Still she waited. Beast moved by instinct; all

decisions were deferred to Alissa.

Anticipation sent a shiver to set her wing tips to tremble. Alissa modulated her thoughts so

Connen-Neute, a valley behind, could hear her. “Tag,” she sent loudly, tingeing it with expectation to let

him know she wasn’t angry. “You’re it.”

Alissa gasped as Beast took over with a frightening intensity, dropping them into a steep dive. A thrill

of alarm struck through Alissa, mirrored by the faint excitement she felt from Connen-Neute. In three

breaths, they had raced over a valley that had once taken her two days to traverse on foot. Skimming

over a lake, she looked back to see Connen-Neute in hot pursuit. A slow thrum from in her mind told

Alissa that Beast was enjoying the chase far too much. Alissa’s feral side angled them high as if to climb,

and when Connen-Neute matched their path, Beast dove to the side into a mature forest of beech and

elm.

“Beast, no!” Alissa cried, remembering the shame of tearing her wing, but Beast found an opening

into the clear understory. An ancient beech loomed before them. Alissa cried out, her hind foot bending

forward to push off it. The barrel-sized tree snapped. She ricocheted over a patch of wild blackberries

sweet with flower. Birds flew and branches crashed.

Lungs heaving, Alissa looked back at the destruction. Connen-Neute was stuck in the briars.

Scratches made red lines on his wings. His golden eyes focused intensely on her as he struggled to get

free. “Go up!” she demanded of Beast. “The trees are too close. Go up!”

But Beast ignored her. Alissa felt her lips pull back from her long canines as Beast’s excitement grew.

No one had ever brought her down but Useless. Wings half closed, Beast jumped them through an

opening and out over a fast mountain river. Her wings sprang open. Beast flew them downstream,, taking

advantage of the open space to gather speed.

Risking a quick look behind, Alissa saw Connen-Neute hop awkwardly to the river’s edge. His feet

pushed off from the rocky ground, wedging a boulder the size of a horse into the soft bank. She had a

gap but not much of one. His eyes widened with excitement.

Alissa looked forward, her enjoyment suddenly faltering. The river had grown wild. Spray made her

belly chill and her long tail cold. The rumble of water had grown loud. They were flying downstream to a

waterfall.

The banks closed in and the flight space grew tight. “Ah, Beast?” Alissa quavered, seeing a dead end

before them. They might have been able to fly out over the waterfall and into space but for the

surrounding growth of forest that made the river a dead-end tunnel only water could escape. Branches

and vines made an impregnable wall on every side. Over them, the trees arched and intertwined. The

water frothed and railed against the boulders, and trunks jammed against the drop-off. And Beast

showed no sign of stopping.

“Beast, we can’t get through that!” Alissa warned. She glanced up, imagining the pain of breaking

through the thick ceiling of branches. Her wings beat in time with her heart.

“Then we will go under,” Beast thrummed, exalting in the chase.

“Beast!” Alissa cried. “You don’t know what’s under the water!”

“Water, wind, they all move the same,” Beast said. “He’ll go around. We’ll gain the span of a

hundred wing beats.”

Alissa’s confidence in Beast’s abilities faltered. “I changed my mind. He can follow us.” Alissa

hesitated. “Beast?” Fear gripped her. “Oh, no-o-o-o!” she shrieked as Beast took a gasping breath and

dove them under the water to follow it over the cliff.

A rush of bubbles carried the rumble of the river. The thunder of water beating the bottom of the cliff

pounded through her. It was the roar of the earth’s pulse. Her second eyelid closed to make everything

green, black, and gray. Pebbles abraded her skin. Unseen forces buffeted her as boulders appeared and

vanished behind her. Beast swam through the currents as if they were air. The water flung them down,

and Alissa’s eyes widened. Her stomach dropped. They had fallen over the edge! They would be

crushed!

“Beast!” she screamed into her mind, frightened by Beast’s savage desire to fly. Her haunches

bunched. As they fell, Beast pushed off from the wall of the cliff behind them.

Green light flashed to gold as Beast shoved them out of the waterfall and into space. Heavy with

water, they dropped. Her wings sprang open, and they rose on the cold, violent updraft from the

upwelling mist. Alissa shrieked aloud, hearing her triumph come out as a savage roar. “You did it!” she

cried.

“Burn you to ash, Alissa!” came Connen-Neute’s thoughts from above and behind them. Alissa

snaked her neck back to see him clambering awkwardly through the branches. “Beast is going to kill

you someday!” he shouted at her.

“See you at home!” Alissa called back, finding herself doing a barrel roll.

Beast shook them, and they flew through a rainbow. “And we still have your breakfast,” Beast

thought smugly.

Eye ridge rising, Alissa glanced at the cluster of eggs still secure in her grip. They still had the eggs.

Alissa puffed out her air in disbelief, letting Beast take whatever updraft she wanted on the way home.

Gradually her pulse slowed as the excitement from their flight eased. Alissa didn’t think she would ever

learn to fly. To let go and trust the wind was asking too much. Perhaps as much as asking a beast to

understand love.

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ONELASTLESSONAlissaissteadilyadvancinginhermagicalstudieswiththelastsurvivingMasteratthelegendaryHold.Butshe’shauntedbydreams—dreamsrevealingthatotherMastershavesurvived…Alissa’sdreamsleadhertoadistantisland,wheresheandarescuepartydiscovercountlessMasters,aliveandpartofaflourishingmagicalsociety.But...

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