Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace

Author:Nicole Kornher-Stace [Kornher-Stace, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, Fiction, novel, young adult
ISBN: 9781618730985
Publisher: Small Beer Press
Published: 2015-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

“Memories,” she said. The nausea was wearing off now, nudged aside by the cautious elation of a new-hatched plan. She knew full well that by now she should know better, but there it was. “This whole place is built of memories. All the ghosts coming into that huge room, they were all wearing their deaths on them so clearly, like uniforms. The doors going in and out of that room. My name, my past. More memories. Even the stuff the bridge was made of. Maybe even this—” She looked up at the ceiling of the cabin, hazy in the moonlight filtered through that tall, tall grass. “This place. The food, the bed. This all belonged to someone.”

It hit her with a jolt. “The city out there in the field. Is that—?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Archivist,” said the ghost. “Didn’t you notice? We could go out there and walk toward it for days and it wouldn’t get any nearer.”

Wasp was on her feet before she knew it. She was thinking about all those ghosts milling around in the waiting room below the Hill, stuck there until they remembered their names. If they ever did. And if they didn’t—

“Yeah, but don’t you get it? Maybe it’s another test, and you can’t get there because it’s important to you and you don’t remember it. Maybe, just now, me seeing the memories you can’t see anymore, maybe we just found the back door in.”

The ghost did not appear to share her enthusiasm. In fact it looked downright hesitant.

She went for the direct approach. “These memories I see. I seem to be seeing them in pieces. You need to fill in the blanks for me.” Wasp thought how she’d react if someone posed this to her, and it made her add: “You can’t keep secrets. I need to know everything.”

The ghost said nothing. Its silence was starting to pique her. “Look, if being down here by yourself is so unbearable—”

“Nothing is unbearable,” it said, too quickly, and would not look at her, as though she’d caught it out in a lie. But she’d said nothing.

Wasp was just tired enough to let it slide. “Fine. So.” She pictured Foster running off, down that city street, toward a destination Wasp could not begin to guess at. “We’ll start from the top. Foster left you there for fifteen minutes in the crossroads. Didn’t she come back?”

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