Glimmers of Glass by Emma Savant

Author:Emma Savant [Savant, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780998150017
Publisher: Emma Savant
Published: 2016-09-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

It was the first really nice weekend of spring, and the Saturday Market was crowded with people eager to enjoy the sunshine. We passed a guy standing on a yoga ball, juggling brightly colored Easter eggs. A raven sat perched on his top hat, looking down at the eggs with contempt.

“What about him?” Elle asked. She wrapped her cardigan more tightly around her yellow sundress and squinted up at him.

I looked over my glasses. A pale gold haze floated around him. “Faerie,” I said in surprise. “Huh. Would have guessed wizard.”

“How can you be sure?” she said.

“It’s one of my gifts,” I said. “Sometimes they’re called whimsies, or talents. I can see magic.”

“Is that why you’re always looking over your glasses?” she said. “It makes you look like Mother Goose.”

Imogen skipped ahead, then whirled around and exclaimed, “The mirror stall is back!”

She raced on ahead to a booth with white wire grille walls hung with mirrors. Their frames were cobbled together out of everything from driftwood to seashell-studded clay to mosaics of stained glass and shards of reflective glass.

“Magic mirrors?” Elle said, looking sideways at me.

They looked more like something out of a kitschy gift shop on the coast than a fairy tale. But I nodded and led the way over to the booth.

I positioned her in front of one with a frame of crocheted red thread. “Who do you want to see?” I said.

“Um,” she said, pursing her lips while she thought. “Kyle.”

“Show her Kyle,” I ordered the mirror. The surface rippled like water in a pond, then cleared to reveal Kyle sitting on a carpeted floor playing cards with another older boy who had his same sandy hair. Kyle set his cards on the carpet, and the other guy threw down his cards and pumped his hands in the air.

Elle gaped at the mirror. “Whoa,” she breathed.

“That his brother?” I said, squinting at the older guy.

“Yeah,” she said. “They play poker to decide who gets the car and who has to weed the garden that weekend and stuff. They’re dorks. So I thought you said your world is hidden from the regular world.”

She looked around the stall, her eyes taking it all in.

“This is hidden,” I said. “You never would have noticed it if Imogen hadn’t pointed it out.” I frowned at Elle and pulled my glasses down, trying not to look like Mother Goose. “Or maybe you would. You’ve got your mom’s Glim blood but you’ve never developed your magic, so—”

“Olivia, look!” Imogen interrupted, and grabbed my arm to show me a pretty mirror edged in silver wire worked with beads. “It changes your appearance!” she said. She positioned me in front of it. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, but she had straight bottle-blond hair with hot pink tips. “What a great way to come up with glamour ideas.”

She pushed her face in against mine, a dark-skinned version of her pressing in against Blond Olivia.

“This is better than that makeover Barbie you had when we were kids,” she said.

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