Chapter 16
“The brethren are insane.” Maggie sat on the table, rubbing her temples in a failed attempt to stop the pounding in her head. “How many hundreds of shadows have they locked down here?”
“Thousands.” Nilla thumbed through a wide book at the back of the room. “If these ledgers are even half right, there are thousands of shadows locked down here.”
“I think the more troubling figure would be the sorts of shadows they’ve locked in,” Bertrand said.
“What do you mean?” Maggie asked.
“The brethren don’t deal with the normal spirits that wander the halls of homes, or walk by the sea at night,” Bertrand said. “The brethren are called to take care of the shadows Saranans find troublesome. The ones that do damage, cause mischief.”
“Shades and specters.” Nilla closed the book, her face
