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
“We were betrayed by someone we considered our own,” Taraana says. “He came to Jbeil with us and figured out my identity. He later approached one of Baarish’s creatures to cut a deal with Baarish. He told me he had no choice. Siding with Baarish guarantees his survival while allying with me is like trying to survive on a tightrope.” Taraana looks up. “Perhaps I shouldn’t blame him?”
“No, you should. You should totally blame him,” Kamboja says, her eyes blazing.
“Blame him to death,” Areum adds, her red lips snarling.
Taraana ducks his head, stealing a moment. Then he continues. “When Baarish’s creatures attacked, Assi did her best to get me into the Between before they could drag me away. I wanted to stay and fight, but she told me I would be hindering her ability to fight. So, I ran like the coward I am.”
Paheli flicks him on the forehead. “Trying to survive isn’t an act of cowardice.”
“Are you worried that they might have caught Assi?” Eulalie asks.
“She said she would much rather die than be captured,” Taraana replies. They seem to share that sentiment.
“Ah,” Eulalie says. “I shall find out what happened to her. Give me a few days and I will have some news for you.”
“Thank you.” Taraana looks straight at Eulalie, perhaps for the first time.
“All right. Let’s talk about Baarish now,” Paheli says without letting another minute pass.
The air in the parlor loses its warmth, and we gather closer together to deconstruct the monster to find the man within.
Our days of reconnaissance led us to some inviolable facts about Baarish: He straddles the fence between the human and the middle worlds, dipping his thumbs in both pots. All testimonies that we heard from the middle worlders in Agra tell us that Baarish subscribes to an old-fashioned code of honor that precludes humans and women. His power means everything to him. He will exploit anyone he can, even if they are related to him. Even little children do not escape his quest for money and power.
Uttar Pradesh, which includes Agra, and other states were ruled by one of Baarish’s enemies for a long while. Baarish was imprisoned during that time. However, there was a recent coup, which led to a change in rulers. The new administrator of the region is not just Baarish’s closest and oldest friend, but also his brother-in-law.
“Who fulfilled the role of Dar while Baarish was in prison?” Eulalie asks with a frown knitting up her eyebrows.
“Baarish’s youngest brother,” Ligaya replies. “Ask me what happened to him. Quick!”
“Baarish killed him the day after he was released from prison,” Etsuko replies to the question that wasn’t asked. “He doesn’t share his power with anyone.”
“Hey!” Ligaya wails.
“Children,” Daraja says.