Daughter of Smoke & Bone

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FLYING IS EASY



Flying, Karou discovered to her delight, was easy. Exhilaration chased away her weariness, and with it the apathy that had settled over her after too many encounters with Brimstone’s tooth-traders. She flew high, marveling at the stars and feeling as though she were among them. They were almost beyond belief. Give Bain that, at least. He might have no decorating sense, but he lived in the company of stars. The sky looked sugared.

She left the cabin behind and followed the road back in the direction of Boise. She dipped up and down, through tiers of wind. She toyed with speed—effortless, though it left her eyes streaming icy tears. It wasn’t long before she overtook the taxi that had abandoned her to the wilds. Devious scenarios played in her mind. She might fly alongside and knock on the window, shake her fist before launching upward again.

Wicked girl, she thought, and she heard Brimstone’s voice in her head, decrying such mischief as reckless. Well, maybe a little.

The wish itself, though—flying—and the plan that it was part of, what would he think of that? What would he think when Karou turned up on his doorstep, her hair mussed from the wind of two worlds? Would he be glad to see her, or would he still be furious, and roar at her that she was a fool, and cast her out once more? Was she supposed to find him, or did he want her to go on like a butterfly out a window, without a backward glance, as if she’d never even had monsters for a family?

If he expected her to do that, he didn’t know her at all.

She was going to Morocco to find Razgut beneath whichever trash heap or donkey cart he was hiding, and together—together! It made her cringe to even think the word connecting herself to him—they would fly through a slash in the sky and emerge “Elsewhere.”

It struck her that this was what Brimstone had meant by “hope makes its own magic.” She hadn’t been able to simply wish open a portal, but by the strength of her will, of her hope, when she might have given up her chimaera for lost, she had instead done this. She had found a way. Here she was, flying, and a guide waited to take her where she wanted to go. She was proud, and she believed that Brimstone would be, too, whether he showed it or not.

She shivered. It was cold in the sky, and her glee at flying was giving way to chattering teeth and the return of her exhaustion, so she set herself down in the middle of the road, making her first landing as easily as if she’d done it a thousand times, and waited for the taxi to catch up to her.

The driver, needless to say, was surprised to see her. He looked at her like she was a ghost, and spent more time peeking at her in the rearview mirror on the way back to the airport than he did watching the road. Karou was too tired to even think it was funny. She let her eyes close and reached into the collar of her coat for the wishbone, tucking its flanges neatly between her fingers.

She was almost asleep when her phone rang. Zuzana’s name lit up its screen. Karou answered, “Hello, rabid fairy.”

Snort. “Shut up. If anyone’s a fairy, it’s you.”

“I’m not a fairy. I’m a monster. And guess what. Speaking of fairies, do I have a surprise for you.” Karou tried to imagine Zuzana’s face on seeing her rise into the air. Should she tell her, or surprise her? Maybe she could pretend to fall off a tower—or was that just mean?

“What?” asked Zuzana. “Did you get me a present?”

It was Karou’s turn to snort. “You’re like a kid when her parents come home from a party, checking their pockets for cake.”

“Ooh, cake. I’ll take cake. But not pocket cake, because yuck.”

“I have no cake.”

“Sigh. What kind of friend are you anyway? Besides the mostly absent kind.”

“Right now, I’m the mostly tired kind. If you hear snoring, don’t be offended.”

“Where are you?”

“Idaho, on the way to the airport.”

“Oh, yay, airport! You’re coming home, aren’t you? You didn’t forget. I knew you wouldn’t forget.”

“Please. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. You don’t even know. It’s like, gross hunter, gross hunter, gross hunter, puppet show!”

“How go the gross hunters, anyway?”

“Grossly. But forget them. Are you all ready?”

“Yep. Freaked. Ready. The puppet’s done and magnificent, if I do say so myself. Now I just need you to work your magic.” She paused. “I mean, your nonmagical magic. Your ordinary Karou wizardry. When will you be back?”

“Friday, I think. I just have to stop in Paris really quick—”

“ ‘Stop in Paris really quick,’ ” repeated Zuzana. “You know, a smaller soul than I might end our friendship on the grounds of you saying obnoxious things like ‘I just have to stop in Paris really quick.’ ”

“There are smaller souls than you?” countered Karou.

“Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.”

Karou laughed, a bright bell sound that drew the cab driver’s eyes to her in the rearview mirror.

“And also for kissing,” added Zuzana. “Because otherwise I could only date midgets.”

“How’s Mik, anyway? Besides not a midget?”

Zuzana’s voice instantly went gooey. “He’s goood,” she said, stretching the word out like taffy.

“Hello? Who’s there? Put Zuzana back on. Zuzana? There’s this sappy chick on the line, pretending to be you—”

“Shut up,” said Zuzana. “Just get here, okay? I need you.”

“I’m coming.”

“And bring me a present.”

“Tch. Like you deserve a present.”

Karou ended the call, smiling. Zuzana did deserve a present, and it was why she was stopping in Paris before going home to Prague.

Home. The word might still have air quotes around it, but half of Karou’s life had been chopped off, and the other half—the normal half—was in Prague. Her tiny flat with its rows and rows of sketchbooks; Zuzana and marionettes; school, easels, naked old men with feather boas; Poison Kitchen, statues in gas masks, bowls of goulash steaming on coffin lids; even her jackass of an ex-boyfriend lurking around corners dressed like a vampire.

So, okay. Normal-ish.

And though there was a part of her that was anxious to go straight to Morocco, collect her gruesome traveling companion, and strike out for points Elsewhere, she couldn’t bear the thought of just disappearing, not with all that she’d already lost. She supposed she was going back to say good-bye, and to refill her normal for the last time in the foreseeable future.

Plus, she wasn’t about to miss Zuzana’s puppet show.