Holly Black - The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air Book 1)

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Copyright 2018 by Holly Black

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Id Love to Be a Fairys Child 1918 by Robert Graves

The Hosting of the Sidhe 1899 by W. B. Yeats

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Black, Holly, author.

Title: The cruel prince / Holly Black.

Description: First edition. | New York : Little, Brown and Company, 2018. | Series: The Folk of the Air ; 1 | Summary: Jude, seventeen and mortal, gets tangled in palace intrigues while trying to win a place in the treacherous High Court of Faerie, where she and her sisters have lived for a decade.

Identifiers: LCCN 2016049232 | ISBN 9780316310277 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780316310284 (ebook) | ISBN 9780316310307 (library edition ebook)

Subjects: | CYAC: FairiesFiction. | SistersFiction. | OrphansFiction. | PrincesFiction. | Courts and courtiersFiction. | Fantasy.

Classification: LCC PZ7.B52878 Cru 2018 | DDC [Fic]dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016049232

ISBNs: 978-0-316-31027-7 (hardcover), 978-0-316-31028-4 (ebook), 978-0-316-48020-8 (Barnes & Noble), 978-0-316-41694-8 (OwlCrate)

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For Cassandra Clare, who was finally lured into Faerieland

O n a drowsy Sunday afternoon, a man in a long dark coat hesitated in front of a house on a tree-lined street. He hadnt parked a car, nor had he come by taxi. No neighbor had seen him strolling along the sidewalk. He simply appeared, as if stepping between one shadow and the next.

The man walked to the door and lifted his fist to knock.

Inside the house, Jude sat on the living room rug and ate fish sticks, soggy from the microwave and dragged through a sludge of ketchup. Her twin sister, Taryn, napped on the couch, curled around a blanket, thumb in her fruit-punch-stained mouth. And on the other end of the sofa, their older sister, Vivienne, stared at the television screen, her eerie, split-pupiled gaze fixed on the cartoon mouse as it ran from the cartoon cat. She laughed when it seemed as if the mouse was about to get eaten.

Vivi was different from other big sisters, but since seven-year-old Jude and Taryn were identical, with the same shaggy brown hair and heart-shaped faces, they were different, too. Vivis eyes and the lightly furred points of her ears were, to Jude, not so much more strange than being the mirror version of another person.

And if sometimes she noticed the way the neighborhood kids avoided Vivi or the way their parents talked about her in low, worried voices, Jude didnt think it was anything important. Grown-ups were always worried, always whispering.

Taryn yawned and stretched, pressing her cheek against Vivis knee.

Outside, the sun was shining, scorching the asphalt of driveways. Lawn mower engines whirred, and children splashed in backyard pools. Dad was in the outbuilding, where he had a forge. Mom was in the kitchen cooking hamburgers. Everything was boring. Everything was fine.

When the knock came, Jude hopped up to answer it. She hoped it might be one of the girls from across the street, wanting to play video games or inviting her for an after-dinner swim.

The tall man stood on their mat, glaring down at her. He wore a brown leather duster despite the heat. His shoes were shod with silver, and they rang hollowly as he stepped over the threshold. Jude looked up into his shadowed face and shivered.

Mom, she yelled. Mooooooooom. Someones here.

Her mother came from the kitchen, wiping wet hands on her jeans. When she saw the man, she went pale. Go to your room, she told Jude in a scary voice. Now!

Whose child is that? the man asked, pointing at her. His voice was oddly accented. Yours? His?

No ones. Mom didnt even look in Judes direction. Shes no ones child.

That wasnt right. Jude and Taryn looked just like their dad. Everyone said so. She took a few steps toward the stairs but didnt want to be alone in her room. Vivi , Jude thought. Vivi will know who the tall man is. Vivi will know what to do.

But Jude couldnt seem to make herself move any farther.

Ive seen many impossible things, the man said. I have seen the acorn before the oak. I have seen the spark before the flame. But never have I seen such as this: A dead woman living. A child born from nothing.

Mom seemed at a loss for words. Her body was vibrating with tension. Jude wanted to take her hand and squeeze it, but she didnt dare.

I doubted Balekin when he told me Id find you here, said the man, his voice softening. The bones of an earthly woman and her unborn child in the burned remains of my estate were convincing. Do you know what it is to return from battle to find your wife dead, your only heir with her? To find your life reduced to ash?

Mom shook her head, not as if she was answering him, but as though she was trying to shake off the words.

He took a step toward her, and she took a step back. There was something wrong with the tall mans leg. He moved stiffly, as though it hurt him. The light was different in the entry hall, and Jude could see the odd green tint of his skin and the way his lower teeth seemed too large for his mouth.

She was able to see that his eyes were like Vivis.

I was never going to be happy with you, Mom told him. Your world isnt for people like me.

The tall man regarded her for a long moment. You made vows, he said finally.

She lifted her chin. And then I renounced them.

His gaze went to Jude, and his expression hardened. What is a promise from a mortal wife worth? I suppose I have my answer.

Mom turned. At her mothers look, Jude dashed into the living room.

Taryn was still sleeping. The television was still on. Vivienne looked up with half-lidded cat eyes. Whos at the door? she asked. I heard arguing.

A scary man, Jude told her, out of breath even though shed barely run at all. Her heart was pounding. Were supposed to go upstairs.

She didnt care that Mom had told only her to go upstairs. She wasnt going by herself. With a sigh, Vivi unfolded from the couch and shook Taryn awake. Drowsily, Judes twin followed them into the hallway.