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    An involuntary shudder runs down Nicky’s spine. He’d been doing so well. So well. The problem, of course, is that Nicky, like all people, has weaknesses, and articulate confidence is one of them. Perhaps that accounts for what he says next.

    “Prove it.”

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    The beautiful man drops his hands from Joe’s face instantly, and his skin feels colder without his touch.

    “I’m Nicky,” Nicky says woodenly. “I’m...I’m your familiar.”

    “I have a familiar?”

     

     

    (The last thing Joe remembers is getting drunk with his best friend Booker in a bar after a fight with his terrible boyfriend, Keane. But he wakes up in a hospital, with a gorgeous man at his bedside, telling him impossible things. Things like how he's Joe's familiar. Things like how they're married.)

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    "You're the bard?"

    "Court poet, technically, but I do the storytelling as well. Sometimes a little bit of singing, but not often."

    "You're on a quest in the mysterious forest, Joe."

    "I'm aware of the irony, yes. Thank you." Joe rolls his eyes, and a spike of fondness stabs right through Nicky's heart. 

    A reluctant hero, a dying queen, a desperate wife, a helpful guide, a magical spring, and one smartass shapeshifting weasel. These are the things fairy tales are made of.

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    26 Mar 2021

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    “But…I’ve never worked in a bookstore before?” 

    “Look, I know this is unorthodox,” Andy says. “But I’ll be straight with you, we need someone on staff and soon. And this isn’t rocket science or spinal surgery on infants. You’re here all the time, you have good taste in books, you seem to pick things up quickly. It’s a good group of people. Strange. But good.”

    What Nile means to say, cautious all her life, is that she’ll need some time to think about it. What comes out of her mouth is: “I’m gonna need two weeks of notice at my current job.”

    (in which, adrift, uncertain, and a little heartbroken, Nile Freeman accidentally gets a job at a bookstore. despite some strange interpersonal dynamics, terrible book jokes, and the ever-present threat of gentrification, Nile thinks that she may have found a place to belong.)

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    26 Mar 2021

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    Illya looks back out over the balcony, across the city to the sea. A few birds wheel overhead. Somewhere a bell starts ringing. “You don’t have to stay. There are worse places.”

    “If you are going to die, then I’m not letting you die alone,” Napoleon replies. “Besides, I’m not giving up. Just trying another avenue.” He studies the magic sluggishly curling still around Illya’s body. “Why did you do this?”

    “Do what?” Illya asks. His face is pale, even in the bright Mediterranean sun. He tilts his head back and shuts his eyes, turning his face into it.

    “Burn the plans. When you knew this might happen.” Illya flinches slightly, and Napoleon hums. “When you knew this would happen. Is this worth dying for?”

    Illya flinches again. “No one can have those plans. And I knew it would end like this eventually. This is a better place than I thought I would have.” He breathes steadily, hand clenching into fists as his body spasms. “It was worth it,” he says quietly.

    Napoleon whistles. “Christ, Peril. Way to point out that compared to you, I have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”

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