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Key of Knowledge

NORA ROBERTS

JOVE BOOKS, NEW YORK

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the

product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to

actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is

entirely coincidental.

KEY OF KNOWLEDGE

A Jove Book / published by arrangement with the author

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Jove edition / December 2003

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Book design by Kristin del Rosario

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For Ruth and Marianne,

who are that most precious of gifts -

friends

It takes two to speak the truth- one to speak, and another to hear.

-THOREAU

Chapter One

DANA Steele considered herself a flexible, open-minded woman, with no

less than her fair share of patience, tolerance, and humor.

A number of people might have disagreed with this self-portrait.

But what did they know?

In one month's time, her life had, through no fault of her own, taken a sharp

turn off its course and into territory •so strange and uncharted she couldn't explain

the route or the reason even to herself.

But wasn't she going with the flow?

She'd taken it on the chin when Joan, the malicious library director, had

promoted her own niece by marriage over other, more qualified, more dependable,

more astute, and certainly more attractive candidates. She'd sucked it up, hadn't

she, and done her job?

And when that completely undeserved promotion had caused a squeeze

resulting in a certain more qualified

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employee's hours and paycheck being cut to the bone, had she pummeled the

despicable Joan and the incessantly pert Sandi to bloody pulps?

No, she had not. Which in Dana's mind illustrated her exquisite restraint.

When her greedy bloodsucker of a landlord raised her rent to coincide with

her pay cut, had she clamped her hands around his scrawny neck and squeezed

until his beady eyes popped?

Again, she had demonstrated control of heroic proportions.

Those virtues might've been their own reward, but Dana enjoyed more

tangible benefits.

Whoever had come up with that business about a door opening when a

window closes hadn't known much about Celtic gods. Dana's door hadn't opened.

It had been blown clean off its hinges.

Even with all she'd seen and done, with all she'd been a part of over the last

four weeks, it was hard to believe that she was now stretched out in the backseat

of her brother's car, once again heading up the steep, winding road to the great

stone house of Warrior's Peak.

And what waited for her there.

It wasn't storming, as it had been on her first trip to the Peak after receiving

that intriguing invitation for "cocktails and conversation" from Rowena and

Pitte-an invitation that had gone out to only two other women. And she wasn't

alone. And this time, she thought, she knew exactly what she was in for.

Idly, she opened the notebook she'd brought along and read the summary

she'd written of the story she'd heard on her first visit to Warrior's Peak.

The young Celtic god who would be king falls for a human girl during his

traditional sojourn in the mortal dimension. (Which I relate to spring break.)

Young

stud's parents indulge him, break the rules and allow him to bring the maid behind

what's called either Curtain of Dreams or Curtain of Power, and into the realm of

the gods.

This is cool with some of the gods, but pisses others

off.

War, strife, politics, intrigue follow.

Young god becomes king, makes human wife queen. They have three daughters.

Each daughter-demigoddess-has a specific talent or gift. One is an, or beauty, the

second is knowledge or truth, the third is courage or valor.

Sisters are close and happy and grow to young womanhood, tra-la-la, under the

watchful eye of the female teacher and the male warrior guardian given the task by

god-king.

Teacher and warrior fall in love, which blinds the eye enough that it isn't kept

sharp on the daughters.

Meanwhile, bad guys are plotting away. They don't take to human or half-human

types in their rarefied world, especially in positions of power. Dark forces go to

work. A particularly evil-minded sorcerer (probably related to Library Joan) takes

charge. A spell is cast on the daughters while teacher and warrior are starry-eyed.

The daughters' souls are stolen, locked in a glass box, known as the Box of Souls,

which can only be opened by three keys turned by human hands. Although the

gods know where to find the keys, none of them can break the spell or free the

souls.

Teacher and warrior are cast out, sent through the Curtain of Dreams into the

mortal world. There, in each generation three human women are born who have

the means to find the keys and end the curse. Teacher and warrior must find the

women, and these women must be given the choice of accepting the quest or

rejecting it.

Each, in turn, has one moon phase to find a key. If the first fails, game over. And

not without penalty-each would lose an undisclosed year of her life. If she

succeeds, the second woman takes up the quest, and so on. An annoyingly cryptic

clue-the only help teacher and warrior are allowed to give the three lucky

women-is revealed at the start of the four-week cycle.

If the quest is completed, the Box of Souls will be opened and the Daughters of

Glass freed. And the three women will each be awarded a cool one million dollars.

A pretty story, Dana mused, until you understood it wasn't a story but fact. Until

you understood you were one of the three women who had the means to unlock the

Box of Souls.

Then it just got weird.

Add in some dark, powerful sorcerer god named Kane who really wanted you to

fail and could make you see things that weren't there-and not see things that were-

and the whole business took on a real edge.

But there were good parts too. That first night she'd met two women who had

turned out to be really interesting people, and soon she felt as though she'd known

them all her life. Well enough, Dana reminded herself, that the three of them were

going into business together.

And one of them had turned out to be the love of her brother's life.

Malory Price, the organized soul with the artist's heart, not only had outwitted a

sorcerer with a few thousand years under his belt but had found the key, opened

the lock, and bagged the guy.

All in less than four weeks.

It was going to be hard for Dana and their pal Zoe to top that one.

Then again, Dana reminded herself, she and Zoe didn't

have the distraction of romance to clog the works. And she didn't have a kid to

worry about, as Zoe did.

Nope, Dana Steele was footloose and fancy-free, with nothing to pull her focus

away from the prize.

If she was next at bat, Kane had better set for the long ball.

Not that she had anything against romance, she mused, letting the notebook close

as she watched the blaze and blur of trees through the window. She liked men.

Well, most men.

She'd even been in love with one, a million years ago. Of course, that had been a

result of youthful stupidity. She was much wiser now.

Jordan Hawke might have come back to Pleasant Valley, temporarily, a few weeks

ago^ and he might have wheedled his way into being part of the quest. But he

wasn't a part of Dana's world any longer.

In her world he didn't exist. Except when he was writhing in pain and agony from

some horrible freak accident or a debilitating and disfiguring illness.

It was too bad that her brother, Flynn, had the bad taste to be his friend. But she

could forgive Flynn for it, and even give him points for loyalty, since he and

Jordan and Bradley Vane had been pals since childhood.

And somehow or other, both Jordan and Brad were connected to the quest. It was

something she would have to tolerate for the duration.

She shifted as Flynn turned to drive through the open iron gates, angled her head

so that she could look up at one of the two stone warriors that guarded the

entrance to the house.

Big, handsome, and dangerous, Dana thought. She'd always liked men who

were-even if they were sculptures.

She scooted up, but kept the long length of her legs on the seat-the only way for

her to ride comfortably in the back of the car.

She was a tall woman with an amazon's build that

would've suited that stone warrior. She combed her fingers through her long swing

of brown hair. Since Zoe, the currently unemployed hairdresser and Dana's new

best friend, had styled it and added highlights, it fell into that casual bell shape

with little or no help from Dana. It saved her time in the morning, which she

appreciated, as morning wasn't her best time of day. And the cut was flattering,

which suited her vanity.

Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, locked on the elegant sprawl of black stone that was

the house at Warrior's Peak. Part castle* part fortress, part fantasy, it spread over

the rise, speared up into a sky as clear as black glass.

Lights shimmered against its many windows, and still, Dana imagined, there were

so many secrets in the shadows.

She'd lived in the valley below for all the twenty-seven years of her life. And for

all of them, the Peak had been a fascination. Its shape and shadow on the rise

above her pretty little town had always struck her as something out of a faerie

tale-and not the tidied-up, bloodless versions either.

She'd often wondered what it would be like to live there, to wander through all the

rooms, to walk out on the parapet or gaze down from a tower. To live so high, in

such magnificent solitude, with the majesty of the hills all around and the charm

of the woods only steps beyond the door.

She stirred herself now, shifting around so her head was between Flynn's and

Malory's.

They were so damn cute together, she thought. Flynn with his deceptively

easygoing nature, Malory with her need for order. Flynn with his lazy green eyes,

Malory with her bright, bold blue ones. There was Mai, with her stylish

coordinated outfits, and Flynn, who was lucky if he could put his hands on a pair

of matching socks.

Yes, Dana decided, they were perfect for one another.

She thought of Malory as her sister now, through circumstance and fate. And

really, wasn't that how Flynn had

become her brother all those years ago when her father and his mother had

married and merged families?

When her dad had gotten sick, she'd leaned hard on Flynn. She supposed they'd

leaned hard on each other more than once. When the doctors had recommended

that her father move to a warmer climate, when Flynn's mother had shoved the

responsibility of running the Valley Dispatch into Flynn's hands and he'd found

himself the publisher of a small-town paper instead of living his dream of honing

his reporting skills in New York.

When the boy she'd loved had left her.

When the woman he'd intended to marry had left him.

Yeah, they'd had each other-through thick and thin. And now, in their own ways,

they each had Malory. It was a nice way to round things out.

"Well." Dana laid her hands on their shoulders. "Here we go again."

Malory turned, gave Dana a quick smile. "Nervous?"

"Not so much."

"It's either you or Zoe tonight. Do you want to be picked?"

Ignoring the little flutter in her stomach, Dana shrugged. "I just want to get going

on it. I don't know why we have to go through all this ceremony. We already know

what the deal is."

"Hey, free food," Flynn reminded her.

"There is that. Wonder if Zoe's here yet. We can dive into whatever our hosts,

Rowena and Pitte, picked up in the land of milk and honey, then get this show on

the road."

She climbed out the minute Flynn stopped the car, then Dana stood with her hands

on her hips, studying the house while the ancient man with a shock of white hair

hurried up to take the keys.

"Maybe you're not nervous." Malory came to stand beside her, linked arms.

"But I am."

"Why? You dunked your shot."

"It's still up to all of us." She looked up at the white flag with its key emblem that

flew atop the tower.

"Just think positive." Dana drew in a long breath. "Ready?"

"If you are." Malory held out a hand for Flynn's.

They walked toward the huge entrance doors, which swung open at their

approach.

Rowena stood in the flood of light, her hair a firestorm falling over the bodice of a

sapphire velvet dress. Her lips were curved in welcome, her exotic green eyes

bright with it.

Gems sparkled at her ears, her wrists, her fingers. On a long braided chain that

hung nearly to her waist was a crystal as clear as water and as fat as a baby's fist.

"Welcome." Her voice was low and musical and seemed to hold hints of forests

and caves where faeries might dwell. "I'm so pleased to see you." She held out her

hands to Malory, then leaned forward and kissed both of her cheeks in turn. "You

look wonderful, and well."

"So do you, always."

With a light laugh, Rowena reached for Dana's hand. "And you. Mmm, what a

wonderful jacket." She skimmed her fingers along the sleeve of the butter-soft

leather. But even as she spoke, she was looking beyond them and out the door.

"You didn't bring Moe?"

"It didn't seem like quite the occasion for a big, clumsy dog," Flynn told her.

"It's always the occasion for Moe." Rowena rose on her toes to peck Flynn's cheek.

"You must promise to bring him next time."

She slid her arm through Flynn's. "Come, we'll be comfortable in the parlor."

They crossed the great hall with its mosaic floor, moved through the wide arch to

the spacious room glowing from the flames in the massive hearth and the light of

dozens of white candles.

Pitte stood at the mantel, a glass of amber liquid in his

hand. The warrior at the gate, Dana thought. He was tall, dark, dangerously

handsome, with a muscular and ready build that his elegant black suit couldn't

disguise.

It was easy to imagine him wearing light armor and carrying a sword. Or sitting

astride a huge black horse and wearing a cape that billowed at the gallop.

He gave a slight and courtly bow as they entered.

Dana started to speak, then a movement caught the corner of her eye. The friendly

smile vanished from her face, her brows beetled, and her eyes flashed pure

annoyance.

"What's he doing here?"

"He," Jordan said dryly as he lifted a glass, "was invited."

"Of course." Smoothly, Rowena pressed a flute of champagne into Dana's hand.

"Pitte and I are delighted to have all of you here tonight. Please, be at home.

Malory, you must tell me how plans are progressing on your

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