Chapters (61)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR The Wild Ones
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Beginning, or How Paheli Became the First Wild One; With a Cameo by Taraana, the Boy Made of Stars.
- An Introduction; Hold On to Your Hats.
- The Sweetness in the Sugarcane, or The Impractical Nature of Immortality
- Paheli: The Vagrant Experiences of a Mango Addict
- Cotton Candy Sugar Screams
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- “Will You Walk into My Parlor?” Said the Spider to the Fly.
- The Best Ice Cream in the World, Teddy Bears, and a Tree Creature.
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- I.
- The Reappearance of the Boy Made of Stars and the Plight of the Girl by the Oleander Lane.
- Paheli: An Interlude in Blue
- Besieged in the Between
- Tea, the City of Stairs, and the Story of a Boy
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Heartbreak, Stone Buildings, and Tandoori
- Observations, Conversations, and Hot Parantha
- Paheli: The Spies Who Came In from the Between
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The French Quarter, the Spanish Half, and Eulalie
- Paheli: The Eggplant Overture
- Sunny Jelly Beans, Po’Boys, and “Alouette”
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- The Keeper of the Green and the Mysteries of Magic
- Blood and the Between
- The Library of the Lost and the Stories of the Silenced
- Walking in Wicked Ways or The Importance of Balık Ekmek
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Looking for the Needle in the Haystack
- Paheli: The Peculiar Crackle in the Electricity
- Ten Degrees Past Despair
- The Fault in the Stars
- The Blue City in the Mountains
- Paheli: Disharmony in the Attics
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: Continued
- The Politics of a Body, the Politics of Pleasure
- The Medina, the Riad, and the Red City
- Paheli: The Atlas Mountains, the Cozy Rooftop, and the Confession, Possibly of Love
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Souks, Spices, and Survival: A Guide into Chaos
- Jemaa el-Fna: The Mosque at the End of the World
- Paheli: A Moment in Chartreuse
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Paheli: On the Frailties of the Heart
- Sonagi, or A Sudden Rain
- Paheli: The Cheese in the Trap
- Paheli: The Maze and the Minotaur
- A New Era, a New Dar; the River Sings
- The Burning Door, the Fallen City, and Taraana 2.0
- Paheli: The Beginning of Forever
- From the Book of MEMORIES
- Moving One Rock at a Time Will Eventually Move a Mountain, aka Goodbye
- Acknowledgments
- More from the Author
- About the Author
“I understand that. I do. But you can’t ask me to leave her behind.” He looks at Valentina, a plea on his face. “Her feelings, her desire to live no matter what, her will, and her strength were the things that made it possible for me to continue living. As long as she wears my star, she and I are connected. I can feel what you all feel too, but with her, it is more intense. Perhaps because my heart is involved. Perhaps because I seek out the connection between us.
“I have loved her without knowing where in the world she was, what she looked like at any moment in time. I have loved her so long that time seems immaterial to me. It was enough that she existed somewhere. That she breathed, felt, and loved. It was enough. I knew if I searched her out, I would put her in danger. So, I didn’t until I had no choice but to seek her out. Seek you all out.”
He looks at us. The stars in his eyes are lustrous, but the tears don’t fall. “And now that I have found her, have held her, I can’t continue without her. I know what Baarish does. I can’t stand aside and let him hurt her. I will die first.”
“Nobody is going to die,” Valentina says, frowning. She takes a deep breath. “Paheli will come back to us, Taraana. She is stronger than you give her credit for. She is stronger and wilier than any of us. You need to trust her.”
“I do trust her, but you are underestimating Baarish and his desire to capture me,” Taraana says. “He will do anything to get me back in his power, and if he finds out what Paheli means to me, he will use her as bait.”
“They can’t use magic against her,” Ligaya says.
“Baarish never used magic against me. He just hurt me. Over and over again. Until I didn’t know what it meant to exist without pain.”
“They won’t catch her,” Valentina says. “I refuse to consider that possibility.”
Taraana is far from convinced. Clenching his fists, he looks at the door leading to Marrakech as if he can will it open. The unseen lights in the Between flicker, and we are reminded that while he may seem helpless, Taraana is not entirely without power. Especially not here in the Between. If he wanted to, he could probably force Valentina to move. That he doesn’t says a lot about him.
“What do we do now?” Ghufran says. We have never lost Paheli before. This unanchored feeling is new to us, and we don’t much like it.
“We need to start walking before our pursuers enter the Between,” Talei says again. Of us all, she is the most anxious. “Where are we going, V?”
“To the safe house,” Valentina replies shortly.