Dreams of the Golden Age (40 page)

“Anna, Bethy. We kept the command room and most of the other equipment operational for you. Just in case, whether you had powers or not. It’s yours, if you want it.”

They both looked like lemurs, processing that. Celia still didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. They were too young. But it was out of her hands now, and that was okay.

“Do you want me to? Do the vigilante thing? I know that’s what your dad wanted you to do and you didn’t—but what do you want us to do?”

Be safe, be happy …

—You’ve done all you can on that score.—

—I know.—

“It’s not up to me,” Celia told them. “To either of us. You have to decide.”

“I want it!” Bethy said, coming abruptly to her feet. “I know I don’t have powers, but the Hawk didn’t, and I can do it, I know I can!”

Celia winced. She was way too young. “You’re still on an eight o’clock curfew, my dear.”

“Anna?” Arthur prompted.

The young woman’s face was puckered in thought. “I have to think about it,” she said.

That was fair. Celia settled back in her chair. “Now, what else do you want to know about the family business?”

*   *   *

They talked for a couple of hours. Celia had ended up telling so much more than Anna had expected. Not just about the day Captain Olympus died, but about everything leading up to it, the years Warren and Celia West had refused to speak to each other, the fights, the reasons Celia joined with the Destructor, and why and how she left. All very sensational, and Celia told it all, only from her it was family drama, not superhero mythology. Celia had cried, some. It had happened so long ago, Anna figured it was old news to her, that all emotion would have been drained from the stories. But no.

Arthur added some commentary. Celia still partly blamed herself for the death of Captain Olympus. Arthur explained that this was a common result of the survivor’s guilt that plagued her.

Survivor’s guilt. That was what Anna had felt in Sam’s hospital room.

And then there was the rest of it. Celia gave them the command room. Anna still didn’t know what to think about that.

Telling the story had drained Celia, and she slept, right there in the lounge chair. Arthur stayed with her, Suzanne went in to start dinner, and the games ended. Thoughtful, Anna walked out to the beach to sit and watch the waves come in. She understood why her father liked it so much out here. The motion of the water cleared her mind like nothing else. She needed her mind cleared.

After a little while, Teia joined her. Two girls, sitting on the beach, staring out. Thinking too much.

“I wonder how much of it I could freeze, if I put my mind to it,” Teia said finally.

“You going to try?”

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to admit. I’m kind of scared of what would happen if I really could do it.”

“Maybe you’d better not try, then.”

“Yeah.”

The sound of it, Anna decided, the shushing and splashing, the roar that became a trickle and back again, was beautiful. Dark clouds were building on the horizon.

“Is that Lew?” Anna asked.

“No, that’s just a storm.”

Finally, Anna turned to Teia and said, “We’re going to keep doing this, right? We have to keep going.”

Teia pressed her lips together, nodded. “Yeah. We do. We will. But I think we need a new name.”

Anna thought so as well, and the new name was on the tip of her tongue. She was afraid to say it, in case Teia’s idea was different. The last thing she wanted was to argue this all over again. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“You have an idea, don’t you? You say your idea first.”

She took a deep breath and said, “The New Olympiad.”

And Teia smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Anna held her hand out, and Teia clasped it.

The waves rolled on.

THE KITTY NORVILLE BOOKS

Kitty and the Midnight Hour

Kitty Goes to Washington

Kitty Takes a Holiday

Kitty and the Silver Bullet

Kitty and the Dead Man’s Hand

Kitty Raises Hell

Kitty’s House of Horrors

Kitty Goes to War
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Kitty’s Big Trouble
*

Kitty’s Greatest Hits
*

Kitty Rocks the House
*

Kitty in the Underworld
*

OTHER NOVELS

Discord’s Apple
*

After the Golden Age
*

Dreams of the Golden Age
*

Voices of Dragons

Steel

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A Tor Book

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CARRIE VAUGHN is the
New York Times
bestselling author of
After the Golden Age, Discord’s Apple,
and the Kitty Norville series. She lives in Longmont, Colorado. Her official website can be found at
www.carrievaughn.com
.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

DREAMS OF THE GOLDEN AGE

Copyright © 2013 by Carrie Vaughn, LLC

All rights reserved.

Cover photograph by Arcangel Images

Edited by David G. Hartwell

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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

Vaughn, Carrie.

    Dreams of the golden age / Carrie Vaughn.—First edition.

    p. cm.

    “A Tom Doherty Associates Book.”

    ISBN 978-0-7653-3481-7 (hardcover)

    ISBN 978-1-4668-1545-2 (e-book)

    1.  Superheroes—Fiction.   2.  Secrets—Fiction.   3.  Family life—Fiction.   4.  Fame—Fiction.   5.  High schools—Fiction.   6.  Schools—Fiction.   I.  Title.

    PZ7.V462Dre 2014

    [Fic]—dc23

2013025217

e-ISBN 9781466815452

First Edition: January 2014