Ceony threw out her own spells and shouted, “Breathe!”
The yellow fish and white bird she had Folded earlier sprang to life before her, the fish swimming through air as though it were water, the bird flapping its stiff wings and charging right for the palm of the darkest hand shooting toward her.
But Lira had six hands, and Ceony only had two animals—paper animals. Two of the hands crushed Ceony’s delicate paper creations in their palms and dropped to the floor. The other four rushed for her.
“Thane!” Ceony screamed, turning around and running down the hallway. She reached the door at its end, but its handle stuck. Locked.
Ceony held her breath and fished into her bag for something, anything. She felt sheet after sheet of paper until she touched something Folded: the paper fan. She whirled around and raised it.
The lead severed hand grabbed her by the throat just as she flapped the fan across her body.
A gust of wind burst from the fan and filled the corridor, striking the remaining three hands just before they reached Ceony. The wind pushed them back, sending them spiraling through the air.
The gale didn’t reach the hand around Ceony’s neck. It squeezed, cutting off her air. She choked, but flapped the fan again and again.
New gusts pushed the hands farther back and lifted the fallen ones off the floor, the crumpled bodies of her bird and fish flying with them. The hands, paper, and gales collided into Lira—one hand knocked the dagger from her grasp. The second gust knocked her off her feet, and the third made her skid across the stone floor to the opposite wall.
The prison walls began to melt as the vision held by Thane’s heart broke. Ceony dropped to her knees, red-faced, clawing at the fingers digging into her neck, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. Her face grew hot. Her eyes bulged. She pried off one finger, two—
Fennel launched himself at the hand’s thumb and chomped down on it as hard as a paper jaw could chomp, and with a hard jerk he pulled the hand away from Ceony’s neck. Hot air carrying the scent of iron and rot rushed down Ceony’s throat. She coughed so hard she thought she would wretch, especially with the bloodied appendage flopping on the dissipating stone floor before her.
Staggering to her feet, Ceony stomped her shoe down on the hand twice before it stopped moving. She stomped it twice more for insurance.
Sinking to her knees, Ceony rasped, “Good boy. Good . . . good boy.”
Her hand clutched the paper chain that wrapped around her chest and over one shoulder. The shield. She had Folded it wrong. Gotten overconfident.
But Lira—Lira was gone, for now. The pain in Ceony’s neck lessened as the Excisioner’s absence dawned on her. Lira had bested even Ceony’s pistol, but Ceony had won this round. Barely, but she had won. Thane would be proud of that.
Ceony leaned against the heavy door behind her, cracking it open. Fennel’s paper tail wagged wildly behind him as wildflowers in fuchsia, marigold, and amethyst grew beneath his feet. The gray hues of the prison lightened to deep orange highlighted by salmon, and a warm summer breeze tousled Ceony’s hair.
Slipping the fan—her fantastic, wonderful fan—back into her bag, Ceony rubbed her neck and stood once more.
The same scenery from the flower-covered knoll in the first chamber surrounded her—the hill looked over a thick tree line at sunset, and the broad plum tree reached skyward just ahead of her. Thane lay beneath it, but he looked as she knew him, not younger, and the woman beside him wasn’t Lira.
She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the sweet flavors of honeysuckle and earth, expanding her lungs and giving her heart a chance to calm down. She rubbed the lingering sensation of cold fingerprints from her neck before opening her eyes to the beauty once more and approaching the plum tree.
Her heart twitched in her chest as she neared, and while she wanted to believe it twitched from her nearly fatal run-in with Lira, she knew that wasn’t the case. However, the more she tried to focus on this new woman beside Thane, the more her image blurred.
Ceony paused just at the edge of the blanket. The woman . . . she wasn’t a woman, not really. She had no face, only the start of one, and her hair seemed to have no definite length or color. The lines of her body curved enough to show her womanhood, but not enough to define weight, height, or shape. Beside Thane—who watched the setting sun with such peace, with such light in his eyes—the “woman” seemed imaginary.
Because she is, Ceony realized, a second breeze tickling her skirt and blowing loose flower petals across her vision. These are the things Thane—Emery—hopes for.
The Paper Magician
Charlie N. Holmberg's books
- Alanna The First Adventure
- Alone The Girl in the Box
- Asgoleth the Warrior
- Awakening the Fire
- Between the Lives
- Black Feathers
- Bless The Beauty
- By the Sword
- In the Arms of Stone Angels
- Knights The Eye of Divinity
- Knights The Hand of Tharnin
- Knights The Heart of Shadows
- Mind the Gap
- Omega The Girl in the Box
- On the Edge of Humanity
- The Alchemist in the Shadows
- Possessing the Grimstone
- The Steel Remains
- The 13th Horseman
- The Age Atomic
- The Alchemaster's Apprentice
- The Alchemy of Stone
- The Ambassador's Mission
- The Anvil of the World
- The Apothecary
- The Art of Seducing a Naked Werewolf
- The Bible Repairman and Other Stories
- The Black Lung Captain
- The Black Prism
- The Blue Door
- The Bone House
- The Book of Doom
- The Breaking
- The Cadet of Tildor
- The Cavalier
- The Circle (Hammer)
- The Claws of Evil
- The Concrete Grove
- The Conduit The Gryphon Series
- The Cry of the Icemark
- The Dark
- The Dark Rider
- The Dark Thorn
- The Dead of Winter
- The Devil's Kiss
- The Devil's Looking-Glass
- The Devil's Pay (Dogs of War)
- The Door to Lost Pages
- The Dress
- The Emperor of All Things
- The Emperors Knife
- The End of the World
- The Eternal War
- The Executioness
- The Exiled Blade (The Assassini)
- The Fate of the Dwarves
- The Fate of the Muse
- The Frozen Moon
- The Garden of Stones
- The Gate Thief
- The Gates
- The Ghoul Next Door
- The Gilded Age
- The Godling Chronicles The Shadow of God
- The Guest & The Change
- The Guidance
- The High-Wizard's Hunt
- The Holders
- The Honey Witch
- The House of Yeel
- The Lies of Locke Lamora
- The Living Curse
- The Living End
- The Magic Shop
- The Magicians of Night
- The Magnolia League
- The Marenon Chronicles Collection
- The Marquis (The 13th Floor)
- The Mermaid's Mirror
- The Merman and the Moon Forgotten
- The Original Sin
- The Pearl of the Soul of the World
- The People's Will
- The Prophecy (The Guardians)
- The Reaping
- The Rebel Prince
- The Reunited
- The Rithmatist
- The_River_Kings_Road
- The Rush (The Siren Series)
- The Savage Blue
- The Scar-Crow Men
- The Science of Discworld IV Judgement Da
- The Scourge (A.G. Henley)
- The Sentinel Mage
- The Serpent in the Stone
- The Serpent Sea
- The Shadow Cats
- The Slither Sisters
- The Song of Andiene