Back Come Tumbling Down
Chapters (28)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PART  I
  6. HOME AGAIN
  7. 1 WRAPPED IN LIGHTNING, WEEPING THUNDER
  8. 2 THEY ALWAYS COME BACK HOME
  9. 3 WINDOWS OF THE SOUL
  10. 4 A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT
  11. 5 ANOTHER AWKWARD CONVERSATION
  12. 6 LIKE LIGHTNING, BRIDGING THE SKY
  13. PART  II
  14. 7 THE ROLES WE CHOOSE OURSELVES
  15. 8 EVERYONE HAS A MASK
  16. 9 AND THEN THERE WERE HORSES
  17. PART  III
  18. 10 WHERE THE SHADOW MEETS THE SEA
  19. 11 UNDER THE EAVES, WHERE SWALLOWS SLEEP
  20. 12 ALL THE DROWNED CHILDREN
  21. 13 THE BROKEN CROWN
  22. 14 CAME TUMBLING AFTER
  23. PART  IV
  24. 15 A HEART OF WIRE AND GLASS
  25. EPILOGUE
  26. Also by Seanan McGuire
  27. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  28. Newsletter Sign-up

Sumi rolled her eyes.

“I know, I know, panic is fun, but sometimes revenge is better,” she said. “Choose revenge. Choose better. I brought you gloves.”

“They’re yours,” said Kade hastily. “I saved your clothes after you left. Most of them will need a little alteration, but no one else has ever worn them. Only you.”

“Only … if I wear them now … someone else is wearing them.” Jack’s voice was cracked and unsteady: she sounded like she was teetering on the verge of some vast, unseen abyss. She turned her head, viewing the others through a bridal veil of loose blonde strands. “I don’t know where she’s been I don’t know I don’t know I—”

Sumi slapped her.

It wasn’t a hard slap as such things went, but it was hard enough to echo through the room. Alexis stiffened, starting to step forward. Jack’s hand against her arm stopped her. She looked at the smaller woman, expression questioning. Jack shook her head.

“No,” she said. Then, more loudly, she repeated, “No. That was quite enough violence for one day. Thank you, Sumi. How is it you’re not dead? Am I seeing ghosts? If that’s a side effect of what’s been done to me, I’m going to be even more displeased than I already am.”

“Who talks like that?” muttered Cora. “And I realize this is far from the weirdest thing happening here, but Christopher, why do you have a metal table?”

“Technically, I don’t,” said Christopher. “It’s Jack’s. I mean, it belongs to her. I just put a tablecloth over it because it’s creepy.”

“A good autopsy table isn’t creepy, it’s essential,” said Jack. She squinted at him. “Christopher? Am I to assume this is your room now? Who’s your verdigrised friend? I don’t recognize the voice.”

Seeming to relax for the first time since she’d carried Jack through the door, Alexis tapped her arm and signed something. Jack rolled her eyes.

“Of course I’m missing my glasses,” she said. “My sister—may the Drowned Gods devour every scrap of meat clinging to her barnacled bones—stole them when she stole my skull. You’re all quite blurry at any distance.”

“I’m Cora and I’m very confused right now,” said Cora.

“Then you clearly belong with this student body,” said Jack. She leaned against Alexis as she pulled the box of gloves closer. “Have there been any other miraculous resurrections since my departure? I do like to keep up on the latest gossip.”

“Everyone else who was dead is still dead, so far as I know,” said Kade. “Nancy’s door came back for her. She’s gone to the Halls of the Dead.”

“We left Nadya there when we went to find Sumi’s ghost,” said Christopher.