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The Funeral She Was Not Invited to

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"Mama. The lady at the gate is crying."

"Hush, child. Don't point. The lady is allowed to cry. Today is a hard day."

"But Mama, I know her face."

"You don't, sweet."

"Mama. Mama. The dead queen is in the market."

The mother turns, finally — distracted, embarrassed, a small tired commoner woman in the middle of a hundred other small tired commoners — and she sees the grey-scaled stranger her child is pointing at. She apologizes. *I a

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    "Mistress, the kelp-flake — and a man at the spice market gave me this shell — he said I was Yara, he knew my name — should I have taken it?""Yara. Hand the shell to me. Slowly.""Mistress, was I — was I wrong to take it?""You weren't wrong, sweet. You did the right thing by bringing it home. Hand it to me."Yara hands the shell to Nerida. The shell is small. The seal is not silver. The seal is brown coral — common Alastor coral, the kind a fisherman uses for a casual message — and the wax that has been pressed into the seal is the warm yellow of common kelp-wax. There is no crescent. There is only a name. *Yara.*Yara is fifteen. Yara has small grey scales and large hands she has not grown into yet. Yara is looking at me — really looking, properly, in good lamp-light, for the first time since she walked through the front door — and Yara's face does the small slow thing o

  • The Villainess They Made    The Woman in the Glass

    "Two, eighth.""How — how are you here — ""Two kills since you bonded. The first was a sea-beast. The second was a man. The pace is excellent. Don't slow."She is in the dark window across the alley. Standing. On legs. In a city that is thirty feet underwater at its shallowest and seventy at the dock-quarter where I am bleeding a man to death on the coral pavement.I run.I leave the body. I leave the blade. I leave my own glamour fluttering — I do not have the will to hold it, my new body is alight with the kill, my hands are still wet with grey blood — and I cross the alley and I throw myself at the kelp-merchant's glass and the glass goes through me like a held breath through cloth.I am inside the closed shop. There is no one here. The shop is dark. The merchant has been gone for hours. The window from the inside is not a window anymore — it is a flat panel of shop-

  • The Villainess They Made    The First Alley

    "Read it, Majesty. She wants you to. She would not have sent it otherwise.""Nerida — ""Read it. We will burn it after. The Bayou rootworker tonight will help me bind the ash. Read it. She is going to write to you. You may as well learn what her voice sounds like in a room you are safe in."I take the shell. The seal is silver. The crescent embossed on the seal is the same crescent embedded in the obsidian token in my pocket. I press my thumb to it. The seal recognizes my blood — *my blood, somehow, already* — and softens.Calisto's voice plays for me in Nerida's clinic-kitchen. Old. Calm. Almost affectionate. The voice has the small fond pleasure of a woman who has just located a small lost thing.*"Little sister. I am so glad you have reached your old midwife. She is a good woman. I have been to her clinic three times. She refused to sell me the cauls of two of the children she midwived in the warm-current season.

  • The Villainess They Made    The Apprentice Spared

    "Mistress Nerida? You said come early today, the new poultices needed turning before — oh, I'm sorry, I — is someone here? I can come back.""Apprentice. Run to the spice market. Three packets of dried kelp-flake, the kind we used last winter. The pale-green packets, not the dark. Go now.""But — mistress, we have plenty in the lower drawer, you said yourself — ""Yara. I am asking you to go to the spice market. Now."Yara goes. The front door closes. The locks turn.I am crouched in the back-room shadow with my hands held out in front of me the way a child holds out hands she has just been told are dirty. The pearl in my chest is howling. Not in any language. In a wordless animal pitch I am only hearing because it is mine. I have not killed her. I came within one breath of killing her, and she did not see me, and she does not know what walked into her clinic four feet from her shift, and I crouch

  • The Villainess They Made    The Clinic Door

    "Don't move. Either of you. Captain. Your hand off your sword.""Sergeant. I do not know what you think you are seeing.""I know what I am seeing. Step away from the woman."Orin does not step away. He angles himself, very slightly, between me and the second guard — the one with the crescent pin, the one whose eyes are still working over my face the way you work over a name on the tip of your tongue. The first guard has his hand on his shell-blade. The second has his hand on his alarm-shell. The pearl in my chest pulses once, urgent, *let me. Let me. He has seen you. Drain him.*I do not. I step around Orin instead. I let the glamour soften, very slightly, around my face — not enough to break it, not enough that the first guard sees what the second is seeing, but enough that the second guard's certainty cracks for a half-second. Long enough for me to do the thing the pearl has been teaching me without

  • The Villainess They Made    The Captain at the Pillar

    "Your Majesty. Walk with me. Do not turn around. The Consolidation has eyes here. Walk.""Captain — ""Quietly. There is a kelp-tea pavilion three pillars down. The merchant who runs it owes my dead wife a debt that has been paid forward four times by now and will be paid forward a fifth tonight. Walk.""Orin. Are you — are you really — ""I am really. Walk, Your Majesty. We will weep at the pavilion."I walk.He has my wrist. He has held swords in this hand for thirty years and has not learned how to hold a wrist any other way, and his grip is tight enough that it would bruise an ordinary woman. I am not an ordinary woman, and the new body does not bruise the way the old one did, but I let him hold it that way. He has been afraid I was dead for two weeks. He has earned the right to grip a wrist.The amphitheater empties slowly behind us. The herald has finished. The mourners

  • The Villainess They Made    The Long Falling

    The falling lasts longer than dying should.That is the thought I hold on to as the Zone takes me. That this is taking too long. That I should be gone by now. That whatever drug or venom was on Liam's blade should have ended me before the push. But my heart is still beating. My lungs are still draw

  • The Villainess They Made    The Dagger Between My Ribs

    The blade goes in before I understand that my consort is the one holding it.That is the first sentence of my new life. I do not know yet that I am beginning a new one. What I know is this: the cold steel has entered the soft place between my third and fourth ribs, and my mouth has filled with a sc

  • The Villainess They Made    The Man Who Was My Father

    "Sweet-scale. Look at me.""Father — ""Look at me, Irene. I have less time than I did last time. Look."I look. I cannot do anything else. The water around me has stopped being water — it is a held breath, a pause carved out of my falling, a small bright pocket the dead are only allowed to make on

  • The Villainess They Made    The Warning at the Gate

    "Don't go, cousin.""I'll be home by dark, Mabelle.""Don't go. Don't go. Don't go."Three of her words against three of mine, and in the end mine carried more weight because I was the queen and she was a Bayou cousin and nobody had ever taught either of us that the queen was the one who needed to

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