Lost Magic by Alexandria Clarke

Author:Alexandria Clarke [Clarke, Alexandria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-07T22:00:00+00:00

“Wake you, you asinine teenager!”

The insides of my eyelids glowed with orange light, so bright and alive that I took it for real fire and cowered. As the light faded, I took the risk of opening one eye. When I recognized my surroundings, I let out a breath and leaned over my knees.

“Are you going to puke?”

Alberta sat in the far corner of the living room, in an ugly purple armchair with white tassels that made it look like the beast had teeth. She eyed me suspiciously over the lids of ten different polish bottles as she painted each of her nails a various shade of orange.

“Because if you’re going to puke,” she said. “I’d rather you do it in a pot. You can do a lot with a person’s vomit.”

“Ugh.” I groaned as I straightened up. “I wasn’t going to puke, but the thought of you using bodily fluids for potions makes me a little sick.”

“I’m not making brownies, Guinevere.” She finished the pinky nail of her right hand and blew on the paint to help it dry. “Way to go. You broke Reaping rules on your first try.”

My back twinged. Apparently, traveling between worlds wasn’t the best for your spine. Grimacing, I lowered myself into an armchair that didn’t look like it would eat you alive if you tried to sit on it.

“What rules are those?” I asked.

“Reapers aren’t supposed to pass beyond the first level of the otherworld,” Alberta explained. “It’s how you stay alive. The deeper levels are further away from the dimensional connection to earth. The farther you go, the more you lose your connection with the living room.”

“I went all the way to Paradise.”

“That’s between you and your creator, honey.”

“Not like that,” I scolded. “I meant I skipped all those levels and went to the one they call paradise.”

Alberta held her hand at arm’s length to examine her handywork. “You sure did. If I hadn’t yanked you out of there, you would’ve joined your ghost friends for the rest of eternity.”

“Yanked me out? What are you talking about?”

“You were dying,” Alberta said. “This is why you get assigned a mentor, Guinevere. You and I are tethered together, so when you started trying to murder yourself, I could feel it. Do me a favor? Don’t do that again? I sprouted two more grays getting you out of that damned dimension.”

“Oh,” I said. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you?”

She hummed impatiently. “Whatever. By the way, you’ve been fired.”

I propped my head on one armrest and draped my feet over the other. “Fired from what?”

“Your Reaping job.”

“What?” I leapt up, yelping when the residual pain radiated up my spine. I groaned and braced my hands against my lower back. “I can’t be fired. How am I supposed to finish my community task?”

“Believe it or not, this works out in our favor for once.” Her nails finished, she waved a hand at her supplies. The caps flew from the table and sat upon the bottles. Then the bottles danced off to the bathroom in a conga line.

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