Holly Black Faerie Tales 2 Valiant A Modern Tale of Faerie

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Trip Trap.
"Hello?" she called up the steps. It hurt to move her mouth.
Trip Trap.
The troll appeared on the landing.
Who's trip trapping over my bridge?
"Most people would have come sooner." His rough, gravelly voice filled the
stairway. "How your mouth must hurt to bring you here at last."
"It wasn't so bad," she said, trying not to wince.
"Come up, little liar."Ravus turned and walked back to his rooms. She hurried
up the dusty stairs.
The largeloftlike space flickered with fat candles set on the floor, their
glow making her shadow jump on the walls, huge and terrible. Trains rumbled
above them and cold air rushed in through covered windows.
"Here." In the palm of one six-fingered hand, he held a small, white stone.
"Suck on it."
She snatched the stone and popped it in her mouth, in enough pain not to
question him. It felt cool on her tongue and tasted like salt at first and
then like nothing at all. The pain abated slowly and with it, the last of the
nausea, but she found exhaustion taking its place. "What do you want me to
do?" she asked, pushing the rock into her cheek with her tongue so she could
talk.
"For now, you can shelve a few books." Turning, he went to his desk and began
to strain the liquid from a small copper pot thick with sticks and leaves.
"There may be an order to them, but since I have lost the understanding of it,
I don't expect you to find one. Put them where they will fit."
Val lifted one of the volumes off a dusty pile.
The book was heavy, the leather on it cracked and worn along the binding. She
flipped it open. The pages were hand lettered and there were water-color and
ink drawings of plants on most of the pages. "Amaranth," she read silently.
"Weave it into a crown to speed the healing of the wearer. If worn as a
wreath, confers invisibility instead." She closed the book and pushed it into
the plywood and brick shelves.
Val rolled the stone around in her mouth like a candy as she put away the
troll's scattered tomes. She took in the mishmash of moth-eaten army blankets,
stained carpet, and ripped garbage bags that served as curtains not even the
outside streetlights could pierce. A dainty flowered teacup, half full of a
brackish liquid, rested beside a ripped leather chair. The idea of the troll
holding the delicate cup in his claws made her snort with laughter.
"To know your target's weakness, that is the intuitive genius of great
liars," said the troll without looking up. His voice was dry. "Though the Folk
differ greatly, one from another and from place to place, we are alike in
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this: We cannot outright speak what is untrue. I find myself fascinated by
lies, however, even to the point of wanting to believe them."
She didn't reply.
"Do you consider yourself skilled in lying?" he asked.
"Not really," Val said. "I'm more of an accomplished sucker."
He said nothing to that.
Picking up another book, Val noticed the glass sword hanging on the wall. The
blade was newly cleaned and looking through it, she could see the stone, each
pit in the rock magnified and distorted as though it was under water.
"Is it made from spun sugar?" His voice was close by and she realized how
long she'd been staring at the sword. "Ice?Crystal ? Glass? That's what you're
wondering, isn't it? How something that looks so fragile is so hard to break?"
"I was just thinking how beautiful it was," Val said.
"It's a cursed thing."
"Cursed?" Val echoed.
"It failed a dear friend of mine and cost him his life." He ran one hooked
nail down the length of it. "A better blade might have stopped his opponent."
"Who& who was his opponent?" she asked.
"I was," the troll said.
"Oh." Val could think of no reply. Although he seemed calm now, even kind,
she heard the warning in his words. She thought of something her mother had
told her when she'd finally broken up with one of her most dysfunctional
boyfriends.When a man tells you he's going to hurt you, believe it. They
always warn you and they're always right . Val pushed the words out of her
head; she didn't want any of her mother's advice.
The troll walked back to the table and picked up three waxed andstoppered
beer bottles. Through the amber glass she couldn't see the color of the
contents, but the idea that it might be that very same amber sand that ran
through her veins the night before made her skin thrill with possibility.
"The first delivery will be inWashingtonSquarePark , to a trio of fey there."
One hooked nail pointed to a map of the five boroughs and most ofNew York
andNew Jersey taped on the wall. She walked closer to it, noticing for the
first time that there were thin black pins stuck into various points along the
surface. "The second can be left outside of an abandoned building, here. That&
recipient may not wish to show himself. I want you to take the third to an
abandoned park, here." The troll seemed to be indicating a street
inWilliamsburg . "There are small grassy hills, close to the rocks and the
water. The creature that you seek will wait for you at the river's edge."
"What are the pins for?" Val asked.
He gave the map a quick sideways look and seemed to hesitate before speaking
again. "Deaths. It isn't unusual for the Folk to die in cities most of us here
are in exile or in hiding from other fey. Living so close to so much iron is
dangerous. One would only do it for the protection it affords. But these
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deaths are different. I'm trying to puzzle them out."
"What am I delivering?"
"Medicine," he said. "Useless to you, but it eases the pain of the Folk
exposed to so much iron."
"Am I suppose to collect anything from them?"
"Don't concern yourself with that," said the troll.
"Look," Val said. "I'm not trying to be difficult, but I never lived inNew
York before. I mean, I've been up here for things and I've walked around the
Village, but I can't find all these places with a glance at a map."
He laughed. "Of course not. Had you hair, I would give you three knots, one
for each delivery, but since you don't, give me your hand."
She held it out, palm up, ready to snatch it back if he took out anything
sharp.
Reaching into one of the pockets of his coat, the troll drew out a spool of
green thread. "Your left hand," he said.
She gave him her other hand and watched as he wound her first, middle, and
ring fingers with the string, tying one knot on each digit. "What is this
supposed to do?" she asked.
"It will help you make your deliveries."
She nodded, looking at her fingers. How could this be magic? She'd expected
something that glittered and glowed, not mundane stuff. String was just
string. She wanted to ask about it again, but she thought it might be rude, so
she asked something else she'd been wondering about. "Why does iron bother
faeries?"
"We don't have it in our blood like you do. More than that, I don't know.
There was a king of theUnseelieCourt poisoned with but a few shards quite
recently. His name wasNephamael and he thought to make an ally of iron he wore
a band of it at his brow, letting the burns scar deep until his flesh was so
toughened it could scar no more. But that did not toughen his throat. He died
choking on the stuff."
"What are these Courts?" Val asked.
"When there are enough faeries in an area they often organize themselves into
groups. You might call them gangs, but the Folk usually call them Courts. They
occupy some territory, often fighting with other nearby Courts. There
areSeelie Courts, which we call Bright Courts, and theUnseelie Courts, or
Night Courts. You might, at first glance, think that the Bright Courts were
good and the Night Courts evil, but you would be much, although not entirely,
mistaken."
Val shuddered. "Am I going to be doing deliveries alone? Are any of the
others coming with me?"
His golden eyes glittered in the firelight. "Others? Luis is the only human
courier I've ever had. Is there someone else you are thinking of?"
Val shook her head, not sure what she should say.
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