Extraordinary by Werlin Nancy

Author:Werlin, Nancy [Werlin, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780142419748
Google: j3clghtPsBkC
Amazon: 0142419745
Barnesnoble: 0142419745
Goodreads: 7456034
Publisher: Dial
Published: 2010-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

CONVERSATION WITH THE FAERIE QUEEN, 11

“What is happening, Ryland?”

“My sister is fighting me for the soul of the girl. Her weapon is truth. But do not fear, my queen. The girl will not listen to her. She does not wish to believe. I will win.”

chapter 22

There was a moment of shocked silence. Then Catherine stood up too.

“Personally, Phoebe, I’m very entertained by Mallory’s story. Where’s the insult? It’s creative and fascinating.”

“I think so too,” said Drew. Benjamin nodded.

But Phoebe looked only at her mother. “All that stuff about Mayer worshipping the faerie queen? Mayer was a good Jew. That’s history. Also, can’t you see where Mallory’s going with this? It’s like something from the worst kind of trashy novel!”

“You might know where Mallory is going,” said Drew mildly, from his seat on the sofa. “Or think you do. But I don’t, not for sure, anyway, and I’m dying to hear the rest. So don’t spoil it.” He smiled at Mallory. “I had no idea you were such a good storyteller.”

His gaze went back to Phoebe and it was as stern as she had ever seen it. “Sit down again, Phoebe. Personally, I’d like to hear more about Mayer dancing naked with the faeries on Midsummer Night.”

“Midsummer Night 1772, to be precise.” Mallory was still using her storytelling voice.

Catherine sat down.

Temptation shimmered before Phoebe. Why not sit down again, with her parents and her two best friends, and listen, listen . . .

A whisper in her inner ear. She doesn’t care about you. She’s trying to trick you.

Phoebe stamped her foot like a toddler. “No! How can you guys not get it?”

All four faces turned again toward her. The irritation on her parents’ faces was plain, while Benjamin only looked a little embarrassed.

Mallory’s expression was a flat unemotional mask.

“Then don’t listen, Phoebe! Go to bed instead,” Catherine snapped. “By morning, maybe you’ll be acting your age. Marl-lory, ignore her. Continue.”

Bratty toddler, whispered the voice in Phoebe’s inner ear.

“Phoebe,” said Mallory quietly. “Please stay.”

The girls’ eyes met. Phoebe felt a pull—a desire to sit down again—to listen to Mallory’s voice—

But Phoebe, you know she despises you.

“No,” said Phoebe rudely, and stomped off. She raced from the cottage like Mayer himself running through the forest. She slammed the door behind her for good measure.

Once outside, however, she slowed down to a walk. Up and down the road. Up and down the road. It was almost completely dark outside now, and if not for the lights at a couple of the houses on the road, and one streetlamp, she wouldn’t have been able to see anything.

Phoebe felt that she knew exactly where Mallory’s story had been heading. Mallory was going to say that Mayer had had faerie assistance, magical assistance. That it was the faeries who gave him the extraordinary sons. Perhaps Mallory would even have implied that the faerie queen was responsible for the sons’ success, rather than Mayer and the sons themselves. Would she then say that the sons were part faerie, even, rather than human? It was not only insulting, it was demeaning.

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