Book Four: Chapter 10

Still, leaning against the house with a beer in his hand, he couldn’t help but feel a small hole in his heart. Casting a wistful glance at the porch swing, he thought of the banshee Cecilia. She had disappeared about two months back after ferrying some wayward souls into the afterlife. Her absence made him sick to his stomach, but he knew that she was still alive, wherever she was. It had been accidental, but he had given a piece of his soul to the banshee and received a piece of hers in return.

Not that anybody knew if she even had a soul. Banshees were an ancient type of fae that were created from old, faerie magic, and though she was alive, she was still very much a being of pure energy. When he had given her a piece of his soul, she had imbued him with that raw energy which now manifested itself as a series of sparks that he could summon on command.

That, and the ability to shriek at high volume. Ratu had insisted that he practice it like a skill, and after screaming