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  By Janni Lee Simner

  Thief Eyes

  BONES OF FAERIE TRILOGY

  Bones of Faerie

  Faerie Winter

  Faerie After

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Text copyright © 2013 by Janni Lee Simner

  Jacket photograph copyright © 2013 by Don Farrall/Digital Vision/Getty Images

  Jacket design by Heather Palisi

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Simner, Janni Lee.

  Faerie after / Janni Lee Simner. — 1st ed.

  p. cm.

  Sequel to: Faerie winter.

  Summary: Liza must journey to the Faerie realm in order to save both worlds from impending doom.

  eISBN: 978-0-307-97455-6

  [1. Fairies—Fiction. 2. Magic—Fiction. 3. Coming of age—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.S594Fac 2013 [Fic]—dc23 2012006430

  Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

  v3.1

  To Jane Yolen and Bruce Coville, for encouraging me to

  write for children and teens at exactly the right time

  Contents

  Cover

  Other Books by This Author

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  He came to me in the rain, as the first maple leaves were surrendering their green. Beyond the path where I waited, their veins burned orange and red beneath a steel-gray sky, and their branches hissed restlessly as they reached for the falling water. To the other side of the path, the Wall’s ivy and hawthorn sighed more quietly as moisture rolled down their yet-green leaves and soaked into their roots. After five months learning the ways of my summoning magic from Karin, I saw without trying the dark shadows within both Wall and trees that were their spirit and life.

  More raindrops beaded on my oiled leather cloak. It was Karin who’d heard Matthew’s approach as we patrolled the Wall together and who, with a small smile, left me to meet him alone. I couldn’t hear Matthew, not over the steady patter of rain, one of many small reminders that, strong though my magic might be, I was human and Karin was not.

  Thunder rumbled. A gray wolf rounded a bend in the path, fur soaked and legs streaked with mud. The wolf—Matthew—saw me as I saw him, and he broke into a lope. The shadows within him were as clear as those within the plants, boy and wolf so deeply entwined that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My heart pounded, as if my own shadow, the one shadow I could not see, were trying to push its way past skin and bone to reach him.

  I knelt in the mud to draw Matthew into my arms. A wet tongue licked my face as I buried my hands—the right living flesh, the left unmoving stone—in his fur. I breathed the scent of wet wolf and muddy boy, and my contented sigh echoed Matthew’s own. Rain trickled beneath my cloak. I didn’t care. I wanted to stay here, holding him, forever.

  “You came,” I said when we drew apart at last. He’d traveled alone, and he’d traveled as a wolf, and unlike the last time he’d done these things, he truly was all right.

  I saw a dead oak leaf stuck in his fur. Gray, not brown like most dead leaves, it shivered in my hand when I plucked it free, crumbling to dust and leaving behind a lacework of pale veins. Cold whispered against my fingers. I smelled something stale, like a room closed up too long, and then the veins, too, gave way to dust.

  Matthew sniffed the dust on my skin, looked up at me through his quiet wolf’s eyes. I saw concern there, but whatever this crumbling leaf meant, it was something that needed words and so would have to wait.

  “Mom’s all right?” I asked him instead.

  Matthew nodded his shaggy head. That question, at least, had a simple answer.

  He followed me back to the Wall, where I thrust my good hand into the greenery. It knew me now; branches parted, leaving an open space for us to walk through. I moved my hand to Matthew’s back, and together we walked into town. My stone hand weighed me down, but after living with it for five months, I adjusted my balance without thinking.

  By the time we reached Allie’s house, where I’d been staying, the wind had picked up, turning the corn too wild to harvest and forcing everyone in from the fields. Matthew trotted upstairs to find some clothes, while Allie put water on the fire and her father, Samuel, wrapped a thread of scavenged copper wire around a metal core. The closer and more evenly the coils lay, the better the motor he was trying to build would run. A purple stone glowed on the arm of the couch, casting its cold light on his work.

  I was sprinkling tea leaves into empty mugs when I heard Matthew descend the stairs. I turned as he crossed the room, his fair hair tied back in a damp ponytail, the faded cotton shirt he’d found in Samuel’s room stretching across his shoulders, his feet, still specked with mud, bare beneath deerskin pants. My heart started pounding all over again.

  “Hey, Liza.” Shadows of wolf and boy remained tangled within him, and a stray drop of rainwater trickled down his face. I reached out to brush it away, and then we were holding each other once more, my lips brushing his, his hands making their way into my rain-tangled hair.

  Allie cleared her throat beside us. “Can I hug you, too? Or does only Liza get to do that now?”

  Matthew and I laughed as we drew apart, and Allie wrapped her arms around him. I saw her shadow and Samuel’s as clearly as Matthew’s, only there were no animal shapes within them.

  “You’ve gotten taller,” Matthew told her.

  “Like a beanstalk, Dad says.” As usual, Allie’s red hair was escaping its braid. “Which makes no sense, because beanstalks grow in all directions, plus they try to strangle you if you wait too long to harvest them.”

  “Just add it to your list of weird things adults say.” Samuel set his spool down on his chair to give Matthew a hug of his own.

  The front door opened, and Karin joined us. Her silver eyes didn’t focus on any of us—she’d lost her sight soon after my hand had been turned to stone—but she crossed the room easily enough, her steps silent as all faerie folk’s were, her clear braided hair falling down her back. Her shadow was visible to me, too; there was no difference between faerie shadows and human ones. “And are you well, Matthew?” she asked.

  Matthew hesitated. Like everyone with magic, he couldn’t say anything that wasn’t true; if he wasn’t all right, he couldn’t pretend he was. “I’m okay,” he said at last, as if it were something he’d had to thi
nk about, but that on thinking, he’d found true. I reached for his hand and squeezed it, hard.

  The water was boiling over. Allie hurried to the hearth to grab the teapot and pour the water into mugs.

  “The leaf,” I said to Matthew as we moved toward couch and chairs.

  “What leaf?” Karin moved to sit cross-legged on the floor.

  Samuel returned to his chair, Matthew and I to the couch. Allie shoved mugs into each of our hands, then returned with one of her own. She looked at the space beside Matthew and me, raised her eyebrows, and sprawled out on the floor beside Karin.

  “Wait,” Karin said. “First, tell me, Matthew. How are Tara and Kaylen?”

  “They’re fine,” Matthew said, not hesitating this time. Tara was my mother, and Kaylen—or Caleb—was Karin’s brother.

  “And the baby?” Green ivy poked out from beneath Karin’s sleeve. Only a plant speaker could wear living plants safely.

  “Also fine.” Matthew sipped his tea. “Caleb thinks she’ll arrive early. Less than a month. I’m to tell you both that if you want to be there for her birth, you should come soon. Within a couple weeks.”

  “A girl, then,” I said. I had a sister once. But that seemed long ago, and this child had little to do with that one.

  “I get to come, too.” Allie glanced at Samuel, who once hadn’t been willing to let his daughter anywhere beyond the Wall. “Dad agreed. Healing without a watcher is dangerous at any time, and, well, we all know how far Caleb will go to save Liza’s mom.” Caleb’s magic was for healing, and Allie was his student, just as I was Karin’s student, though my magic wasn’t as close to hers. “If there are two healers there, Caleb won’t be tempted to push too hard, even if something goes—but nothing will go wrong. You know that, right, Liza?”

  The tea burned my tongue. No one ever knew nothing would go wrong, not for certain.

  “We will hold with all going well,” Karin said, as if she could read my silence. The ivy crept down her arm to wrap around her fingers. “Now, what is this leaf that concerns you?”

  “Not just a leaf.” Matthew rubbed at the scar around his wrist as he held his mug. “I saw … there were places, in the forest, that didn’t smell right. Where things had gone all musty and wrong. A leaf I nosed at fell apart at my touch. Other leaves—it was mostly leaves. But also a sapling whose branches were crumbling away on one side, leaving a pile of gray dust.” He swallowed. “And a pair of empty boots, as far apart as a man might stand, filled with the same dust.”

  Allie rubbed her arms. “That’s too, too creepy.”

  Samuel frowned into his untouched mug. I edged closer to Matthew, remembering a shivering leaf, a whisper of cold. “There was a leaf in his fur. It crumbled when I picked it up.”

  Karin set her tea quietly aside. “Give me your hand, Liza.”

  The gray leaf hadn’t hurt me, not that I could tell. But I put down my mug to set my hand in Karin’s. She drew it to her face and held it there with a listening look I’d come to know well. “I smell it still.” She let my hand go. I no longer smelled anything, but I couldn’t smell as well as Karin, either.

  “I do not know what this means.” Karin stroked a green ivy leaf. “All I know is that I’ve caught this scent once before: in Faerie, right after the War.”

  Once, I believed time fell into two simple parts. There was Before the War with the faerie folk, when few humans knew magic was real, and there was After, when that War had destroyed the human world, and the few who’d survived struggled to stay alive amid the deadly magic the War had left behind, hoping all the while that the faerie folk who’d slaughtered so many of us would never return. I was born After, but not long After, and I grew up in the shadow of the War.

  Now it seemed my life held many Befores. Before my father set my baby sister out on a hillside to die for showing signs of magic, and Before I sent him away for it. Before my mother ran away and I found her in Faerie, where I learned that humans had sent killing fire to destroy the faerie folk as well. Before I called a dead seed from a gray place to grow into a tree using my magic, and in so doing called autumn and winter back into my always-green world. Before Karin and I called spring to follow winter through that same tree, a calling that nearly killed us and during which the newborn plants found Karin’s eyes and took her sight.

  Before I met Karin and Caleb in the first place and learned not all faerie folk were monsters. Before I met Karin’s mother and daughter and learned some faerie folk were monsters after all. It was Karin’s mother, the Lady who ruled Faerie, who’d turned my left hand to stone even as she died. Before Mom had become pregnant once more, this time by Caleb, whom she’d loved before the War, and Before I’d come here with Karin to learn more about my magic.

  I moved closer to Matthew. He wrapped his fingers around my stone hand, as if it were no different from my living one. Before the Lady used faerie glamour to force Matthew to do her will, and Before he was nearly trapped as a wolf forever because of it.

  “Liza,” Karin said, “what do your visions show of this crumbling?”

  “Nothing.” I was a seer as well as a summoner, but I’d had far fewer visions the past few weeks. I’d hoped that meant I was gaining control over when they came to me at last, though Karin said it would be some years before I could call visions entirely at will.

  A leaf curled around Karin’s finger. “Would you be willing to seek those visions for us now?”

  “I’ll try.” I took the mirror Karin had given me from my pocket, pressing the catch against my dead hand to snap the plastic case open. I steadied my breathing as Karin had taught me, and then I looked into silvered glass more perfect than anything humans had craft for now. The glass cast my own reflection back at me, brown hair streaked with clear locks that hadn’t been there a year before, dark eyes large in my suntanned face.

  “Focus on the future, if you can,” Karin said.

  I thought of home, and of the ordinary tasks Matthew and I would return to there: gathering firewood, carding wool, tracking and hunting game—silver light flickered in the glass, went out. I knew well enough I wasn’t much of a bow hunter anymore, though I’d been practicing with my stone hand all spring and summer. I kept staring at the glass, thinking instead of Mom, the baby, and Caleb, of Kyle, the young animal speaker who also lived with us now. Home, I thought. Show me home. I’d learned so much during this time away, and home had not always been kind to me, but with each passing month, I yearned all the more to go back there.

  The mirror grew bright again, but reluctantly. I stared into that brightness. The images came slowly, as they never had before, hazy and blurred as if viewed through fog—

  Matthew and me, Karin and Allie, walking the path to my town—

  Me hugging Mom, wrapping my hands around a belly grown large with the baby within—

  Matthew’s grandmother, Kate, standing with Karin beside a larger mirror, one tall enough to step through—the mirror through which I’d taken Mom out of Faerie and through which Karin’s daughter, Elin, had fled back into it. “You must break the glass,” Karin said. “Now that we know there are survivors in Faerie, there’s no telling who else might find their way through.” “I know,” Kate told her, “but the mirror saved Matthew and Liza and Tara. Are we sure this is over? Are we sure it won’t be needed again?” Kate pressed her lips together, as if unhappy with where that thought led—

  I came out of the vision to find Matthew, Allie, and Samuel all staring at me. Often someone needed to call me out of my visions, but this vision had released me on its own.

  “What did you see?” Karin laced her fingers together, and the ivy vine twined up her other arm.

  “Not much.” I slipped the mirror back into my pocket. “All of us reaching my town, me hugging Mom, you and Kate talking about her mirror.”

  “That discussion took place before we left Franklin Falls.” Karin frowned. “Tell me, Liza. What is the furthest you’ve ever seen into the future?”

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�No more than a few weeks.” My visions had always seemed more concerned with present and past. “I thought it was because I was new to my magic.”

  “As had I.” Karin rested her chin on her hands. Thin green tendrils crawled up her neck to weave themselves into her braid. “Yet in all other ways, your power has grown quickly. And once before I have seen visions cling closely to the present, not only for new seers but for all of them, as if any more distant future were too uncertain for their sight to pierce. Only once—just before the War.”

  I picked up my mug. The tea had grown cold. “The War’s over.” It had to be over. My world nearly hadn’t survived the first time.

  “There are many things that could make the future unclear. A war is but one of them.” Karin shook her head, and the ivy tendrils scurried out of her hair. “Perhaps I worry needlessly. But I would examine these dead leaves and gray dust for myself. I do not think we should wait two weeks to go to your town. I think we should go as soon as we can.”

  We left two mornings later, just long enough for Karin to instruct the other plant speaker in her town—Kimi, a friend of Allie who’d come into her magic shortly after I had, and who, like me, was Karin’s student—about maintaining the Wall. Samuel almost didn’t let Allie leave after all, and only agreed because my vision showed she would, one way or another, and because, he said, he trusted Karin, Matthew, and me to look after her.

  “I don’t need looking after.” Allie wriggled out of his final hug, just beyond the Wall. “Besides, Liza knows it’s usually me saving her anyway.”