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Chapters (33)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. BOOK I
  6. BROOKLYN
  7. BRAKEBILLS
  8. ELIOT
  9. MAGIC
  10. SNOW
  11. THE MISSING BOY
  12. THE PHYSICAL KIDS
  13. THE BEAST
  14. LOVELADY
  15. MARIE BYRD LAND
  16. ALICE
  17. EMILY GREENSTREET
  18. FIFTH YEAR
  19. GRADUATION
  20. BOOK II
  21. MANHATTAN
  22. PENNY’S STORY
  23. THE NEITHERLANDS
  24. UPSTATE
  25. BOOK III
  26. FILLORY
  27. HUMBLEDRUM
  28. EMBER’S TOMB
  29. THE RAM
  30. BOOK IV
  31. THE RETREAT
  32. THE WHITE STAG
  33. KINGS AND QUEENS

It wasn’t the reunion he would have wanted, nor was she the person he would have chosen to reunite with. But maybe it was better this way, with somebody he didn’t care too much about, who didn’t care too much about him, either. And he had those trusty Moscow Mules to carry some of the load for him. Baby steps. They sat outside on the stairway. She put her hand on his arm and goggled at his white hair.

“You would not have believed eet,” she said. Oddly, her pan-European accent had deepened and her English grammar worsened since he’d seen her last. Possibly it played better in the bar scene. “The time we ’ad getting out. It was quiet for a while, and then they rush us again. Josh was very good, you know. Very good. I had never seen him work magic like that. There was a thing that swam in the floor, under the stones—like a shark, I think, but it swam in the stones. It got hold of your leg.”

“That might explain this,” Quentin said. He showed her his wooden knee, and she goggled all over again. The alcohol was making all this much easier than expected. He was braced for a torrent of emotion, a cavalry charge of grief on his defenseless peace of mind, but if it was coming it hadn’t yet.

“And there was a thing—a spell in the walls, I think—so that we went around in circles. We ended up in Amber’s room again.”

“Ember’s.”

“What did I say? Anyhow we ’ad to break the spell—” She stopped to wave through the window at her buff boyfriend in the bar. She sounded as if she’d told this story many times already, to the point where she was quite bored of it. For her it all happened two years ago, to people she’d barely known anyway. “And we carried you the whole way. My God. I don’t think we would have made it if Richard”—ree-SHARD—“ ’adn’t found us.

“It almost makes you like him, you know? He had a way of making us invisible to the monsters. He practically carried us out of that place. Still I have a scar.”

She flounced up the hem of her skirt, which was none too long to begin with. A thick, bumpy keloid strip six inches long stood out from her smooth, tanned thigh.