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as they rolled out the parking lot and headed for home.
    The Journal of Finnegan MacCullen: May 22
    This is so lame!!! And I hope Gideon reads this so he knows I think this is totally unfair and stupid!! And lame!!!
    Guys don’t do journals. It’s so…so girly! What does a warrior need a journal for, anyway?
    Gideon told me…no, wait… ordered me to write down what I learn each day. He said starting it on my thirteenth birthday would mean a lot to me when I got older. And then he told me that he still keeps one.
    Wow, like that’s something to brag about?
    What I Learned Today:
    Amandán means Fool in old Gaelic (the language of the Celts).
    They sometimes trick (or fool) us and also mortals by taking on the appearance of a person or some other object. That’s so they can get closer and kill us. They can’t hold the shape very long, which is good, because then we’d be really screwed when it came to hunting them.
    They believe in this ancient legend that, if they kill every single De Danaan in the world, then they can return home to Ireland and reclaim it. Which doesn’t makes sense to me. I mean, don’t they know there’s like six million humans living in Ireland??? I don’t think they’re going to be too happy sharing the island with stinky green goblins with bad breath.
    Amandán kill with the poc sidhe . If they touch your face or head with their fingers, it gives you a cerebral hemorrhage. What humans call a stroke. That’s what poc sidhe means: fey stroke. Gideon pronounces it poke she .
    We got an Amandán today. Well, Gideon got it. I just watched. It was a lot bigger and faster than I had imagined. A lot smellier, too.
    A lot scarier, too.
    The ceremony totally sucked. My stone wouldn’t work. But I did okay with the knife. He told me De Danaan used to use swords and spears more, in the old days, but it got too hard to hide them under our clothes around humans. Now, we just use knives and daggers. Makes sense.
    Gideon just came by and told me I can sleep in tomorrow morning because we’re going to be up late doing some training tomorrow night. That’s good, because I’m fried already!
    And it’s only my first day.
    This is going to be a lot harder than I’d thought.
    The Journal of Gideon Lir: May 22
    Ye gods.
    Never in all these centuries of battling the beasties have I witnessed such a bold attack by an Amandán. My instincts tell me that something is amiss. What it is, I do not know, but I’ve not lived all these years (thirty-seven decades, to be exact—I did not lie to the boy) without listening to my instincts.
    And it seems Finnegan has been granted a generous share of the Celtic temper—something we have in common, to be sure. His warp spasm caught us both by surprise. It was all I could do to keep mine under control.
    But the lad did well with the Song—and he has a fine, tenor voice. The words sang through him like a true Tuatha De Danaan when he used his weapon. Regretfully, his mortal blood prevents him from using the moonstone’s magic.
    And not just any moonstone, but his da’s. It is a sorrow for him, although he tries to hide it.

Six
    â€œUnbelievable.” Gideon shook his head as he stared across the kitchen table.
    â€œWhat is?” Finn asked, cheeks bulging with shepherd’s pie as he sat hunched over his meal.
    â€œYer manners. Or lack of.” Gideon reached across and pushed Finn’s elbows off the table. As the boy straightened, he added, “And ease up. Ye needn’t wolf yer food like that. I’m not going to thieve yer dinner.”
    â€œSorry. Bad habit.” Finn scraped the bowl and licked his spoon clean. He looked over at the stove. “Can I have some more?”
    â€œ May I have some more.” Gideon corrected him. “And yes, of course. As I’ve said before, this is yer home now.” He waved a hand around the room. The last