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a really poorly rendered lion.
"Hello," Val's mother said, her voice low. "Honey?"
Val hung up. The cell rang almost immediately and she turned it off.
"You knew I couldn't do it," she accusedLolli . "Didn't you?"
Lollishrugged. "Better to find out now. It's a long way to go just to come
back."
Val nodded, afraid in a new, acute way. For the first time she realized that
she might never be ready to go home.
Chapter 6
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
 Philip K. Dick
Val woke to the shriek of a train barreling past. Sweat stuck the wool coat
to her clammy skin, despite the cold. Her head throbbed, her mouth burned, and
even with all the food she'd eaten the night before, she felt ravenous.
Shivering, she wrapped the covering tighter around herself and curled her legs
closer to her body.
She tried to think back, past the table-scored food and the phone call home.
There had been a monster and a sword made of glass, then a needle in her arm
and a rush of power that still filled her with longing. She scrambled into a
sitting position, looking down at new clothes that proved her memories were
not formed only from bits of half-remembered dreams. Dave's arm had bled and
strangers had done whatever she told them and magic was real. She reached for
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her backpack, relieved that she hadn't left that somewhere along with the rest
of her clothes.
OnlyLolli was still sleeping, curled up in the fetal position, a new dress
layered over a skirt and a new pair of jeans. Dave and Luis weren't there.
"Lolli?" Val crawled over and shookLolli's shoulder.
Lolliturned, pushed blue hair out of her face, and made a small, irritated
noise. Her breath was sour. "Go away," she slurred, pulling the stained
blanket over her face.
Val stood up unsteadily. Her vision swam. She picked up her backpack and
forced herself to walk through the darkness up onto the night streets
ofManhattan . The evening skies were bright with clouds and the air was thick
with ozone, as if there was a storm blowing in fast.
She felt dried up and cracked and fragile as one of the few leaves that blew
out from the park. It seemed that if you stripped away all the sports and the
school and the normal life, what was within her wasn't much at all. Her body
felt bruised, as though something else had been riding around in her skin the
night before, something so awful and vast that it had charred her insides.
There was a feeling of satisfaction, though, in spite of the fear.I did this ,
she thought,I did this to myself .
Deep breaths of cold air settled her stomach, but her mouth just got hotter.
The creature's words came back to her unbidden: "You serve me for a month.
Each dusk you will go toSewardPark . There, you will find a note under the
wolf's paw. If you do not do what it says, things will go hard with you." She
was already late.
Val thought of the slick solution the troll had spread over her skin and felt
a tremor shoot through her, an electric charge that jolted her hand to her
lips. They were dry and swollen to the touch, but she found no cut or wound to
explain the stinging.
She walked into a deli and bought a cup of ice water with some of the change
at the bottom of her bag, hoping that it might cool her mouth. Outside the
shop, she sat down on the concrete and sucked a cube of ice into her mouth,
her hand shaking so much that she was afraid to take a sip.
A woman coming out of the liquor store next door glanced down at Val and
dropped some change into Val's cup of water. Val looked up, startled and ready
to protest, but the woman had already walked on.
By the time Val removed the folded paper from under the wolf's paw, her whole
mouth was sore as a wound. She squatted near the dried-up fountain and leaned
her head against a chipped bar of metal fencing as her fingers numbly opened
the paper.
She half-expected a blank page she'd have to crumple and toss, like the one
Dave had gotten, but there were words, written in the same looping hand that
had addressed the bottle of amber sand:
"Come beneath the support of theManhattanBridge and knock thrice on the tree
that squats where no tree should."
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She jammed the note into her pocket, but as she did, her hand bumped
something else. She pulled it out a silver money clip with a huge, rough piece
of turquoise at its center, the clasp stuffed with a twenty, two fives, and at
least a dozen singles.
Had she taken the money? HadLolli ? Val couldn't remember. She'd never stolen
anything before. One time she'd walked out of aSpencers in the mall with a
Rangers poster in her hand, not realizing she hadn't paid for it until she and
her friends reached the escalators. Her friends were impressed so she acted as
if she'd done it on purpose, but afterward she felt so bad that she never hung
it.
Val tried to think back to the night before, to the terrible things she must
have done, but it was as if she were remembering a story told by someone else.
It was all a blur that, despite everything, made her skin itch for Nevermore.
She started walking, in too much pain to do anything else. Dread coiled in
her stomach. She started down Market, passing Asian stores and a bubble tea
place with a group of teenagers standing in front of it, all talking over one
another and laughing. Val felt as disconnected from them as if she were a
hundred years old. She reached for her backpack, wanting more than anything to
call Ruth, wanting to hear someone who knew her, someone who could remind her
of that old self. But her mouth hurt too much.
Cutting across onto Cherry, she walked a little farther, close enough to
theEast River that no buildings blocked her view. The water shone with the
reflected radiance of the bridge and the far shore. A barge nearly became a
mass of negative space except for a few lights glittering at the prow.
The bridge loomed directly ahead of her, the supports each like the tower of
a castle, rough stonework rising high above the street, ruddy with runoff from
rust on the metal supports above. The stretch of rock was interrupted by
casement windows high above the street.
Broken glass crunched beneath Val's boots as she passed under the graceful
arch of the underpass. The sidewalk stank of stale urine and something
rotting. On one side was a makeshift wire fence, blocking the way into a
construction area where a mound of sand waited to be spread. On the other,
close to where she walked, was what looked like a bricked-up doorway. Below
it, Val saw the stump of a tree, its roots digging deep into the concrete.
"The tree." Val kicked the stump softly. The wood was wet and dark with
filth, but the roots sank down into the concrete sidewalk, as though they
stretched past the tunnels and pipes, worming their way into some secret, rich
soil. She wondered if this was the same tree that bloomed with pale fruit.
It was an eerie thing to see a stump here, nestled up against a building as
if they were kin. But perhaps no eerier than the idea that she'd fallen into a
fairy tale. In a video game, there would have been some pixilated storm of
color and maybe even an on-screen message warning her that she was leaving the
real world behind.Portal toFaerieland . Do you want to go through? Y/N .
Val knelt down and rapped three times on the stump. The wet wood barely made
a sound under her knuckles. A spider scuttled out toward the street.
A sharp noise made Val look up. A fracture appeared in the stone above the
stump, as though something had struck it. She stood and reached out to run her
finger across the line, but as she touched the wall, patches of stone cracked
and fell away, until there was a rough doorframe.
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She stepped through onto the stairwell, steps extending up and down from the
landing. When she looked back, the wall was solid. A sudden burst of terror [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]