Greetings from the Styx

Part thirty-three of Misplaced Fire Nesrin stood unaided by Ceylan or Dinah, watching with a snarling smirk as Patanī writhed against the ties on his wrists. Though she wasn’t singing, Nesrin’s voice vibrated with the music of a dirge as she spoke to her uncle. “The Nymphs of the River Styx have not had the... Continue Reading →

Nesrin Remembers

Part twenty-six of Misplaced Fire Nesrin felt as if she were made of ice instead of fire when she looked at the lamp Ceylan had put in front of her. So vivid was the memory of her confinement that in an instant she was transported back to that moment in her mind. Everyone else only... Continue Reading →

Ceylan’s Question

Ceylan had assumed Cheveyo was one of her 4,196 half siblings when she first saw him enter the Minor Court behind Samira. No one else usually got nearly so close to the Queen. If anyone had told Ceylan he was an unrelated, full-blooded human, she would have rebuked them for impertinence. Samira had built the... Continue Reading →

Audience Participation

Part sixteen of Misplaced Fire There were footsteps behind them. The man from the shop was now on the roof. Nesrin and Ceylan’s eyes turned black, Dinah showed her fangs, and Aravis huffed through her nose and stomped her foot. The man said, in a woman’s voice, “I see we’re nearing a boiling point.” The... Continue Reading →

A Jealous Genie

My roommate walked into the home office we’d made out of the spare bedroom and was greeted by the sight of Gobelen sitting with his feet on the desk, holding one of my daggers. “Welcome back,” the jinni said. “Did you two enjoy your outing?” “There were people out there. What d’you think?” “People?” Gobelen... Continue Reading →

Gathering Clouds

Alhana camped at alone at Bethel that night, watching the distant lights of the jinn convoy continue their journey towards Solomon palace. The whole arrangement was indecent, for the jinn as well as the king, a fact they would all learn the hard way in time. Not all of the jinn had become servants of... Continue Reading →

Speaking Without Thought

Jonathan was the first to ask the obvious question. “So could you give us unlimited wealth or anything like that?” He never could be subtle. “In a way, in a way not. A jinn does not magically create wealth. Any treasure we give to a person comes from our own storehouses. By your standards my... Continue Reading →

Rewrite: The Meeting – Part 2 of 3

Ceylan stopped under a tree with a bronze limb. “The limb’s lost its leaves. The trap’s already been tripped.” She looked inside a hole in the tree. “Empty. The trap didn’t work.” She walked more quickly to the next trap, a rock of red gold. “It’s pushed into the rubies. This one’s been tripped too,... Continue Reading →

From Texting to Vegas

  My phone knocked to let me know I had a text message. I clicked the notification and smiled when I saw who it was from. “What does Charlotte want?” Jonathan asked. “What makes think it’s Charlotte?” “Because you’re making your stupid Charlotte face. It’s always her when you make that face.” To be honest,... Continue Reading →

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