Jaclyn Dolamore - Magic Under Stone

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For star-crossed lovers Nimira and Erris, there can be no happily ever after until Erris is freed from the clockwork form in which his soul is trapped. And so they go in search of the sorcerer Ordoria Valdana, hoping he will know how to grant Erris real life again. When they learn that Valdana has mysteriously vanished, it's not long before Nimira decides to take matters into her own hands-and begins to study the sorcerer's spell books in secret. Yet even as she begins to understand the power and limitations of sorcery, it becomes clear that freeing Erris will bring danger-if not out-and-out war-as factions within the faerie world are prepared to stop at nothing to prevent him from regaining the throne.

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“There it is,” the driver said.

“I didn’t expect it to be so fetching,” Erris said, which prompted a sharp grunt from the driver, as if he scolded Erris for appreciating the house of such a man.

There was barely a driveway carved through the trees. Some of the windows were open-a white curtain even fluttered outward from one-but there were no signs of life.

“Shall I wait here while you satisfy your curiosity?” the driver asked.

Erris was already climbing down. “No,” he said. “We’ll be here a while.”

“Mr. Valdana isn’t home!” the driver said, sounding almost angry that we would want to spend time there.

“But someone is,” Erris said, offering me a hand again.

Curse the electricity of desire that shot from my fingertips to my heart at his touch! My body didn’t seem to know that beneath his clothing, Erris was nothing but clockwork.

If that were ever to change, Mr. Valdana was our only hope.

Chapter 3

Overgrown grasses brushed my skirts as we approached the door. I put a hand to my hat as a strong wind, scented of the ocean, swept over us, almost roaring as it stirred a million leaves. Erris stopped for a moment and looked around, a strange expression on his face-half wonder and half sadness.

I can’t feel the trees anymore , he had said to me, the first day after he had been granted a kind of life again.

He knocked on the door.

We waited long enough that I took a turn knocking. Someone was home, but would they ever answer the door?

“Maybe we should try walking around the back,” I was saying, just as the ancient hinges creaked and the great slab of carved wood swung open with a groan.

A girl looked out at us. I couldn’t help but notice her scar before anything else-it spread across her cheek, leaving the skin red and mottled, suggesting an accident with a lantern or candle, perhaps. Without it, she might have been lovely. She was almost as dark as me, with glossy hair the deep brown of pine bark and bold, round eyes. She was tall and slightly plump, in a simple blue dress and apron, no corset.

“Who are you?” she said. She was holding a broom, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t hesitate to strike us with it if she felt the need.

“Erris Tanharrow. My sister was Melia Tanharrow.” Erris cupped his hands in a fairy gesture I’d seen him make before. It seemed to indicate a plea.

Now the bold fire in the girl’s eyes was replaced with something welcoming. The change was startling. She held the door open for us. “Oh, yes. Of course. We had hoped you’d come!”

There was a chill in the dusty room, which had a museum quality to it-the tapestries on the walls were faded; the chairs were ornate and obviously fine, but the fabric seats were frayed. A few newer needlepoint pillows were strewn about and looked quite out of place. There was a sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace and, above it, a painting of a lovely woman carrying a beacon in one hand and a sword in the other. Candles lined the mantel, unlit but dripping with wax.

“The Queen of the Longest Night,” I said softly, gazing at the painting. She had been the one to grant Erris life. Necromancers sometimes worshipped her, for she led spirits into the next world.

“Er… yes,” the girl said. “I’m sorry it’s so dusty. I try and keep up with it during the summer while Mr. Valdana is here, but…” She shrugged.

I assumed she must be the housekeeper, then, and she appeared to have no help keeping up the house. She looked about my own age.

“Mr. Valdana told me you might come,” she continued. “Maybe… maybe you can be of some help. I’m Celestina.”

“What is it you need help with, Celestina?” Erris asked. “We are actually here to ask for Mr. Valdana’s help ourselves.”

“Oh, he won’t come back until spring, I’m afraid,” Celestina said.

“Is there any chance he might?” Erris persisted.

“Or maybe we could go to him,” I suggested. “We can’t wait until spring.”

“I don’t know where he’s gone,” Celestina said. “He travels the world. He might be overseas, he might have crossed the gate into fairy. The northern gate isn’t far at all.”

Erris frowned. We didn’t dare go to the fairy lands just now. Although Erris was the direct heir to the throne, his cousin had ruled for the last thirty years and would not be happy to see Erris.

“You could wait for him to return,” Celestina offered.

“All winter?” I already missed Karstor’s apartment full of art and books, with fresh baked goods every day.

Celestina paused, wrestling a difficult question, before she said, “I’m taking care of Mr. Valdana’s daughter, Violet. She’s fifteen, but it’s a wonder she’s lived this long. She’s very ill. Maybe… you could help. You’re her uncle.”

“Erris has a niece? But back in New Sweeling, the sorcerers said all the fairy royals died in the war except for Erris,” I said. “If Violet is really his niece, why don’t the sorcerers know about her?”

“Violet is protected by an enchantment,” Celestina said. “If the two of you were to leave this house, you would forget she existed within hours. If I left, I’d forget her too, although it might take a few days since I spend so much time around her.”

“Did Ordorio make that enchantment?” I asked.

“It was the Lady. The Queen of the Longest Night.” Celestina shook her head. “I’ll explain later, if you decide to stay. And if you don’t, you mustn’t speak of this anywhere, even if you do remember bits and pieces of it. I’m putting my trust in you because I’m rather at the end of my wits. Please, won’t you look at her?”

“Of course,” Erris said. “Of course I want to see her anyway. My sister’s child…”

Celestina led us up a steep and narrow staircase and stopped just before an open door. Her voice dropped. “She’s in here.”

We followed her into the room. Here was the origin of the white curtains I had seen fluttering out of the open windows, matching the white curtains on the canopy bed. They were tied back, and within the airy cocoon, a girl lay sleeping on the pillows. The moment Erris laid eyes on her, his footsteps quickened to her side.

“Mel…,” he said breathlessly. “She’s the very picture…”

She was like the ailing young women in romantic fiction, with just a thread tethering her to the mortal plane. Her cheeks were flushed, the rest of her pale as could be, long brown hair rippling across her pillows and nightgown. She barely looked fifteen.

Erris put a hand to her forehead. He looked so tender. My heart ached for him to see this girl who apparently looked like his sister and know his sister was gone. But I couldn’t help my own heart’s aching, thinking how lovely Erris was and how I had saved him, yet he remained elusive. I didn’t want to need him. I didn’t want to feel selfish and wish I were the one to capture all his attention.

“What is making her sick?” he asked.

“The doctors aren’t sure.” She looked weary. “She’s as bad as I’ve ever seen her. I’ve hardly been sleeping for making poultices and giving her medicine and urging her to eat her bread and milk, but if something happened to her, I’d die myself. Mr. Valdana lives to bring her presents and tell her stories.” The girl who had been so fierce at the door now slumped against the bedframe, as if she had been strong for a long time and our appearance had finally given her another shoulder to lean on.

I knew how that felt.

“I’m no healer,” Erris said. “Even what little magic I had is gone.”

Celestina looked at him a moment and then nodded. “Yes, I understand… I just don’t know what else to do.”

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