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Chapters (50)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. BOY
  4. NONI
  5. NONI
  6. THE ETHER
  7. VILOXIN
  8. BOY
  9. TAI
  10. NONI
  11. BOY
  12. TAI
  13. PART ONE
  14. BOY
  15. NONI
  16. BOY
  17. TAI
  18. NONI
  19. BOY
  20. TAI
  21. NONI
  22. BOY
  23. PART TWO
  24. TAI
  25. NONI
  26. TAI
  27. PART THREE
  28. NONI
  29. TAI
  30. NONI
  31. BOY
  32. TAI
  33. PART FOUR
  34. NONI
  35. TAI
  36. NONI
  37. TAI
  38. NONI
  39. TAI
  40. NONI
  41. TAI
  42. NONI
  43. TAI
  44. NONI
  45. EPILOGUE
  46. PART FIVE
  47. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  48. Praise for White Fox
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  50. Newsletter Sign-up

I know we both remember: Mama tucked us into bed, wet-eyed, that night at Stökéwood, five years ago. Tears from a migraine, she’d said, shrugging on her favorite gray cashmere housecoat, petal-pink gloves in hand. I didn’t know if she was telling the truth then, and I still don’t. But I never saw her again, so I couldn’t ask.

Tai opens her mouth to answer, but I stiffly shake my head. Dad told us never to share details with strangers. Aunt Marion and Uncle Teddy, too.

“I see her clearest in a hidden tower, extending into the sky,” Madame Morency rasps, when we don’t reply, and even though this means nothing to me, Tai stifles a squeak. She reaches for my free hand with hers, and her bones crunch into mine as Madame Morency speaks. “Otherwise, so many men contaminate her space. How is one supposed to keep a clear head with so many men and their opinions?” She exhales slowly. “Does a red handbag mean anything to you? Cut from the skin of a creature that crawls?”

My stomach falls, but I feel weightless and chilled. I hear the news report in my head: She took with her a red crocodile handbag with a pearl clasp—

But anyone could know that.

“I need as much information as you can provide,” Madame Morency continues in a strange purr. “Don’t be afraid, girls. This is all part of the process.”

Tai’s eyes beg me to let her spill the truth. But I’m already wrenching my hand from the psychic and standing up. In my mind, halfway out the door. This woman is a trickster, a liar, a fraud. My blood rings in my ears. I’m the big sister, and I should’ve known better. I’m trembling with barely contained hurt, tears bubbling into my eyes. I take Tai’s wrist, and she gapes at me.

“Where are you going in your brown wig, little one?” Madame Morency says, a wicked smile coming to her face, eyes still closed. “You can’t hide the truth from me.”

“We’re going.” I pull Tai toward the curtain. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fine. Run off. But you will find no answers until you go back there,” Madame Morency calls after us. “To the place where you both saw her last.”