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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR The Wild Ones
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. The Beginning, or How Paheli Became the First Wild One; With a Cameo by Taraana, the Boy Made of Stars.
  7. An Introduction; Hold On to Your Hats.
  8. The Sweetness in the Sugarcane, or The Impractical Nature of Immortality
  9. Paheli: The Vagrant Experiences of a Mango Addict
  10. Cotton Candy Sugar Screams
  11. From the Book of MEMORIES
  12. “Will You Walk into My Parlor?” Said the Spider to the Fly.
  13. The Best Ice Cream in the World, Teddy Bears, and a Tree Creature.
  14. From the Book of MEMORIES
  15. I.
  16. The Reappearance of the Boy Made of Stars and the Plight of the Girl by the Oleander Lane.
  17. Paheli: An Interlude in Blue
  18. Besieged in the Between
  19. Tea, the City of Stairs, and the Story of a Boy
  20. From the Book of MEMORIES
  21. Heartbreak, Stone Buildings, and Tandoori
  22. Observations, Conversations, and Hot Parantha
  23. Paheli: The Spies Who Came In from the Between
  24. From the Book of MEMORIES
  25. The French Quarter, the Spanish Half, and Eulalie
  26. Paheli: The Eggplant Overture
  27. Sunny Jelly Beans, Po’Boys, and “Alouette”
  28. From the Book of MEMORIES
  29. The Keeper of the Green and the Mysteries of Magic
  30. Blood and the Between
  31. The Library of the Lost and the Stories of the Silenced
  32. Walking in Wicked Ways or The Importance of Balık Ekmek
  33. From the Book of MEMORIES
  34. Looking for the Needle in the Haystack
  35. Paheli: The Peculiar Crackle in the Electricity
  36. Ten Degrees Past Despair
  37. The Fault in the Stars
  38. The Blue City in the Mountains
  39. Paheli: Disharmony in the Attics
  40. From the Book of MEMORIES
  41. Paheli: Continued
  42. The Politics of a Body, the Politics of Pleasure
  43. The Medina, the Riad, and the Red City
  44. Paheli: The Atlas Mountains, the Cozy Rooftop, and the Confession, Possibly of Love
  45. From the Book of MEMORIES
  46. Souks, Spices, and Survival: A Guide into Chaos
  47. Jemaa el-Fna: The Mosque at the End of the World
  48. Paheli: A Moment in Chartreuse
  49. From the Book of MEMORIES
  50. Paheli: On the Frailties of the Heart
  51. Sonagi, or A Sudden Rain
  52. Paheli: The Cheese in the Trap
  53. Paheli: The Maze and the Minotaur
  54. A New Era, a New Dar; the River Sings
  55. The Burning Door, the Fallen City, and Taraana 2.0
  56. Paheli: The Beginning of Forever
  57. From the Book of MEMORIES
  58. Moving One Rock at a Time Will Eventually Move a Mountain, aka Goodbye
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. More from the Author
  61. About the Author

“You… You are going to go to the place they’re holding the children?” she asks, even though she knows my answer. I nod anyway. She falls quiet, thinking. “I’ll go with you. No, don’t say anything. Hear me out.” She squeezes my hand, and I get some of the comfort I need. “I’m scared, of course I am, but now that I know, how can I pretend I don’t?”

Nothing else needs to be said.

We leave the mansion quickly. Luck is on our side as the gates are open; we slip out, unseen by human eyes. After flickering into visibility in the shadows of a mango tree, we find a taxi willing to take us to the park named by Baarish’s son. It is a little after noon, and the sun is at its zenith; the heat crawls on our skin. The taxi driver drops us at the park, and after asking around, we find an enclosed area nearby containing a number of warehouses.

We stand outside, invisible to humans once again, looking at the sun glancing off the corrugated tin roofs of the warehouses. To tell you the truth, even though it reveals me as the coward I am, I wish we had left before I heard what I did in Baarish’s study. I wish I hadn’t eavesdropped on them. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to.

People talk a lot about courage and its expressions. But sometimes courage isn’t enough. Sometimes, no matter how much you yearn to do good, you cannot make yourself take that first step.

I go down on my haunches and bury my head between my knees. I know I will have to see this through just as I know that what I will see in the next hour will destroy me a little. I can’t endure it when people exploit and hurt children, and here, they’re doing both.

Hah.

Widad says nothing, but I feel even guiltier. I should have thought harder before I brought her here.

“Let’s go,” she says when I remain unmoving for five minutes.

That first step is one of the most difficult ones I have taken. We walk softly but we needn’t have. No human guards stand at the gates, which are closed but not locked. The entire place has a deserted feel to it that would only fool the humans. You see, we can feel the magic.