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The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan

... Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Ishtar: The Goddess of Magic Christy, Sable, and Phillipa now serve. Wednesday, January 27th – The Unseen World Aaliyah was held by fire. Zaritha must serve Rashid ibn al-Marid Aliyah realized, fear spiking through her. She was in the clutches of the cruel Sultan of the Djinn. I allowed the serpent to nest in my bosom and treachery was my reward. Her powers had still been tied into the Ifrit, still feeding the witches and powering the magical circle around the school, when Zaritha turned. She had been unable to defend herself. Not that Aaliyah could have done much to fight against an Ifrit with her powers restricted by her father's edict. Only with Kyle's command could she unleash her powers in any direct or meaningful way. Zaritha has seized me and is carrying me to our enemies! she cried out in her mind. Kyle didn't answer. Zaritha was pulling them into the Unseen Realm—her home. They were between the dimensions. Perhaps her thoughts couldn't reach Kyle while they were in this nonspace. Fear clenched her heart. The Ifrit had reduced them both to the elements that formed their bodies. For Aaliyah, that was dust. For Zaritha, fire. And those flames wreathed her, trapping her dust in a prison of heat. She was helpless, unable to control where they went. And she knew where they would appear. In Sahabah, the capital of the Djinn and the court of Sultan Rashid. If the Marid did not execute her outright for conspiring against ...

... the Sultanate, she would be thrown in a prison of sapphire. Her telepathy could never make it through the blue gemstone. She would be unable to communicate to Kyle and free herself. She was never going to see him again. No! He rescued me from the witches! He'll find a way to rescue me from the Marid. He has the weapons to be able to assault the Marid. She was suddenly flesh. Zaritha's hand squeezed tight about her throat. She reached out for Kyle immediately. Her thought rebounded, striking sapphire. The gem was blue, the color of water and intellect—the Marid's color—and her thoughts couldn't worm past it. But it wasn't the Sapphire Cells. It was dark where they were, but the crystal on her feet was rough, faceted, not smooth and worked like the cells. Zaritha's grip relaxed on her throat and she sucked in a breath of air. “Where are we?” “I don't know,” the Ifrit answered, then fire danced above her outstretched hand, illuminating them. They were surrounded by rough, crystalline walls. The light danced on the facets on the walls, floor and ceiling, reflecting the sapphire back at them. Aaliyah drank in the beauty of this place, touching the smooth side of a sapphire stalagmite thrust from the floor. “We're in the Sapphine Caves,” she whispered, looking at the Ifrit. “Why would you bring us here?” “I didn't,” Zaritha spat. “I meant to bring us to Sahabah.” “So you do serve Rashid.” “For longer than you have existed, little houri.” Aaliyah's cheeks flushed at the insult. “You ...