The Modern Faerie Tales: Tithe; Valiant; Ironside


The Modern Faerie Tales: Tithe; Valiant; Ironside

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  • Titel:The Modern Faerie Tales: Tithe; Valiant; Ironside
  • Dateiname: the-modern-faerie-tales-tithe-valiant-ironside.pdf
  • ISBN: 2204991534452044
  • Datum des Hochladens: 2020-01-15
  • Anzahl der Seiten: 441 Seiten
  • Autor: Holly Black
  • Verlag: Holly Black

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Über den Autor und weitere Mitwirkende Holly Black is the author of bestselling contemporary fantasy books for kids and teens. Some of her titles include The Spiderwick Chronicles (with Tony DiTerlizzi) the Modern Faerie Tales series the Curse Workers series Doll Bones The Coldest Girl in Coldtown The Darkest Part of the Forest  the Magisterium series (with Cassandra Clare) and the Folk of the Air series. She has been a finalist for the Mythopoeic Award a finalist for an Eisner Award and the recipient of both an Andre Norton Award and a Newbery Honor. She lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret door. Visit her at BlackHolly.com. Leseprobe. Abdruck erfolgt mit freundlicher Genehmigung der Rechteinhaber. Alle Rechte vorbehalten. The Modern Faerie Tales 1 Coercive as coma frail as bloom innuendoes of your inverse dawn suffuse the self; our every corpuscle become an elf. —MINA LOY “MOREOVER THE MOON” THE LOST LUNAR BAEDEKER Kaye spun down the worn gray planks of the boardwalk. The air was heavy and stank of drying mussels and the crust of salt on the jetties. Waves tossed themselves against the shore dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea. The moon was high and pale in the sky but the sun was just going down. It was so good to be able to breathe Kaye thought. She loved the serene brutality of the ocean loved the electric power she felt with each breath of wet briny air. She spun again dizzily not caring that her skirt was flying up over the tops of her black thigh-high stockings. “Come on” Janet called. She stepped over the overflowing leaf-choked gutter wobbling slightly on fat-heeled platform shoes. Her glitter makeup sparkled under the street lamps. Janet exhaled ghosts of blue smoke and took another drag on her cigarette. “You’re going to fall.” Kaye and her mother had been staying at her grandmother’s a week already and even though Ellen kept saying they’d be leaving soon Kaye knew they really had nowhere to go. Kaye was glad. She loved the big old house caked with dust and mothballs. She liked the sea being so close and the air not stinging her throat. The cheap hotels they passed were long closed and boarded up their pools drained and cracked. Even the arcades were shut down prizes in the claw machines still visible through the cloudy glass windows. Rust marks above an abandoned storefront outlined the words SALT WATER TAFFY. Janet dug through her tiny purse and pulled out a wand of strawberry lipgloss. Kaye spun up to her fake leopard coat flying open a run already in her stocking. Her boots had sand stuck to the tops of them. “Let’s go swimming” Kaye said. She was giddy with night air burning like the white-hot moon. Everything smelled wet and feral like it did before a thunderstorm and she wanted to run swift and eager beyond the edge of what she could see. “The water’s freezing” Janet said sighing “and your hair is fucked up. Kaye when we get there you have to be cool. Don’t seem so weird. Guys don’t like weird.” Kaye paused and seemed to be listening intently her upturned kohl-rimmed eyes watching Janet as warily as a cat’s. “What should I be like?” “It’s not that I want you to be a certain way—don’t you want a boyfriend?” “Why bother with that? Let’s find incubi.” “Incubi?” “Demons. Plural. Like octopi. And we’re much more likely to find them”—her voice dropped conspiratorially—“while swimming naked in the Atlantic a week before Halloween than practically anywhere else I can think of.” Janet rolled her eyes. “You know what the sun looks like?” Kaye asked. There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky. “No what?” Janet said holding the lipgloss out to Kaye. “Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water.” “That’s gross Kaye.” “And the moon is just watching. She’s just watching him die. She must have driven him to it.” “Kaye . . .” Kaye spun again laughing. “Why are you always making shit up? That’s what I mean by weird.” Janet was speaking loudly but Kaye could barely hear her over the wind and the sound of her own laughter. “C’mon Kaye. Remember the faeries you used to tell stories about? What was his name?” “Which one? Spike or Gristle?” “Exactly. You made them up!” Janet said. “You always make things up.” Kaye stopped spinning cocking her head to one side fingers sliding into her pockets. “I didn’t say I didn’t.” The old merry-go-round building had been semi-abandoned for years. Angelic lead faces surrounded by rays of hair divided the broken panes. The entire front of it was windowed revealing the dirt floor glass glittering against the refuse. Inside a crude plywood skateboarding ramp was the only remains of an attempt to use the building commercially in the last decade. Kaye could hear voices echoing in the still air all the way to the street. Janet dropped her cigarette into the gutter. It hissed and was quickly carried away sitting on the water like a spider. Kaye hoisted herself up onto the outside ledge and swung her legs over. The window was long gone but her leg scraped against glass residue as she slid in fraying her stockings further. Layers of paint muted the once-intricate moldings inside the carousel building. The ramp in the center of the room was tagged by local spray-paint artists and covered with band stickers and ballpoint pen scrawlings. And then there were the boys. “Kaye Fierch you remember me right?” Doughboy chuckled. He was short and thin despite his name. “I think you threw a bottle at my head in sixth grade.” He laughed again. “Right. Right. I forgot that. You’re not still mad?” “No” she said but her merry mood drained out of her. Janet climbed on top of the skateboard ramp to where Kenny was sitting a king in his silver flight jacket watching the proceedings. Handsome with dark hair and darker eyes. He held up a nearly full bottle of tequila in greeting. Marcus introduced himself by handing over the bottle he’d been drinking from making a mock throwing motion before letting her take it. A little splashed on the sleeve of his flannel shirt. “Bourbon. Expensive shit.” She forced a smile. Marcus resumed gutting a cigar. Even hunched over he was a big guy. The brown skin on his head gleamed and she could see where he must have nicked himself shaving. “I brought you some candy” Janet said to Kenny. She had candy corn and peanut chews. “I brought you some candy” Doughboy mocked in a high squeaky voice jumping up on the ramp. “Give it here” he said. Kaye walked around the room. It was magnificent old and decayed and fine. The slow burn of bourbon in her throat was perfect for this place the sort of thing a man in a summer suit who always wore a hat might drink. “What flavor of Asian are you?” Marcus asked. He had filled the cigar with weed and was chomping down on one end. The thick sweet smell almost choked her. She took another swallow from the bottle and tried to ignore him. “Kaye! You hear me?” “I’m half Japanese.” Kaye touched her hair blond as her mother’s. It was the hair that baffled people. “Man you ever see the cartoons there? They have them little little girls with these pigtails and shit in these short school uniforms. We should have uniforms like that here man. You ever wear one of those huh?” “Shut...

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