A Lonely Magic by Sarah Wynde

Author:Sarah Wynde [Wynde, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magical realism novel, young adult fantasy romance, new adult fantasy, New adult romantic fantasy, contemporary fantasy romance adventure young adult, fantasy adventure novel, fantasy adventure romance
Publisher: Rozelle Press
Published: 2014-07-07T07:00:00+00:00

No Escape

Two hours, Fen thought gloomily. It was the shortest prison break in the history of prison breaks.

If only she’d considered the math. Take six cities with a total population of under 60,000, divide by the fact that men outnumbered women by four to one, and then add in their crazily long lifespans, and what you got was not a city.

It was a damn village. And hiding in a village sucked. Especially when it turned out that twenty-one years old—old enough to join the Army and die in America, she wanted to protest—made you something like fourteen as far as the Sia Mara were concerned.

She’d made it all the way to the Water Causeway, probably because she’d been moving fast. She’d seen people along the way but none of them had done more than nod or wave, although sometimes with a puzzled look.

But the Causeway… wow.

She’d never seen anything like it.

She bet nobody ever had.

It was Disneyworld, Mardi Gras in New Orleans, carnival in Brazil or Venice, mixed with the fanciest farmer’s market and craft show ever. Under tiny sparkling lights, around buildings made of tile, decorated with fancy metalwork in copper and silver and gold and a pinkish metal she’d never seen before, open air stalls hawked vegetables, fish and more fish, pastries and baked goods, gorgeous swaths of cloth, jewelry and musical instruments and carvings and beads and… everything. Anything.

Was it any wonder she’d slowed down?

And the people. Oh, God, their clothes were to die for. It turned out Fen’s tunic and trousers were only half an outfit. In the Causeway, everyone wore robes over their tunics. But not robes like bathrobes or academic robes. Robes like sunrises and symphonies and Shakespeare verses.

What had Juliet said? The lines she couldn’t remember before were back, inspired by the sights she’d seen. “And he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”

The guard seated next to her, his tattoo glaring red on his cheek, glanced down. “I beg your pardon?”

“Shakespeare,” she said with a sigh.

He didn’t look less worried.

Damn it, she should have known better. If she hadn’t slowed down to admire the clothes, she might have realized how many people were paying attention to her. She’d been so busy appreciating a gorgeous midnight-blue robe shimmering with silver embroidery she hadn’t even noticed the woman inside it looking back at her until the woman said, “My dear, where are your shoes?”

Not three minutes later, she’d been in the middle of a curious crowd, and five minutes after that, the guard was leading her away. Now the two of them were sharing a bench in a room almost as bland as her former cell, with plain white walls, a tiled floor, and simple furniture.

“May I help you, milady?” the guard asked.

“Not unless you want to let me go.”

He looked torn. “I’m sorry, milady. I would if I could.”

His voice, deep and calm, sounded familiar.

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