Robin McKinley - Fire: Tales of Elemental Spirits

Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Copyright Page

PHOENIX

HELLHOUND

FIREWORM

SALAMANDER MAN

FIRST FLIGHT

ALSO BY

Robin McKinley and Peter Dickinson

Water: Tales of Elemental Spirits

Mesmerizing stories. . . . The writing is lyrical, and the characterizations are remarkably well developed. . . . Emotions run the gamutfrom fear and courage to love and joy. . . . A bountiful collection for fantasy lovers.

Booklist, starred review

Enchanting tales . . . a consistently compelling, rhythmic tone. . . . These creative interpretations brim with suspenseful, chilling and wonderfully supernatural scenes.

Publishers Weekly, starred review

Two generally brilliant writers alternate first-rate tales. . . . The masterfully written stories all feature distinct, richly detailed casts and settings. . . . Theres plenty here to excite, enthrall, and move even the pickiest readers.

School Library Journal

McKinley and Dickinson are each justly celebrated for fantasy writing. . . . Readers versed in these writers work will recognize familiar themes and references; newcomers will find scope for imagination; and all will be richly rewarded.

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PHOENIX

PETER DICKINSON

Summer 1990

Ellie came into the story very late on. It happened because she was oddly fascinated by the wood. Not that it was very different to look at from any of the several patches of woodland in the enormous grounds of the great country house, some of them really bigforests almostothers no more than a couple of dozen trees. This one was in between, lying in a wide dip in the rolling parkland, on one side of the picnic area, with the house itself in a similar dip on the other side.

Ellie, as usual, finished her lunch long before the others, and rose.

Where are you off to? said her mother.

Can I go and have a look at that wood?

What about it?

Her brothers glanced up from their Game Boys.

Its a wood, said Jim. Thats enough for Ellie.

Lots of mouldy old trees, said Bob.

It looks interesting, said Ellie. I want to know what it is. I think theres a notice board by the gate.

Oh, all right, said her mother. Stay in sight. Dont be too long. Ill wait for you here.

The notice said

PRIVATE

Daves Wood

Conservation Area

Nature trails 2-5 p.m., week-ends only. Tickets at East Gate.

School parties by arrangement. Call 731 4492

Ellie made a note of the number.

The gate was locked. There was a solid-looking fence, high as a man, running in either direction. She walked along it to the right, peering into the darkness under the trees. The wood was full of bird-song. Apart from that, she couldnt see anything to make it special for anyone else, but, yes, some of the trees did seem to be really old, and for her that was deeply fascinating. It made her skin crawl to think how long they had stood there while people had come and gone. As the fence curved away she looked back to the picnic area, where Dad and the boys were getting to their feet. Mum was looking towards her. Ellie waved. Mum waved back and settled to her book. That was all right. Shed be happy to sit there reading all afternoon. It was Dad and her brothers who wanted to do stuff. Ellie walked on.

She was watching a jay hunt for grubs along a dead branch when the yobs caught her. She worked out later that they must have seen her coming from some way off and lain in wait for her, and then shed got it dead right for them, dead wrong for herself. Shed actually stopped at a place where a kink in the line of the fence hid her from the picnic area. The first she knew about them was the jays wild alarm-cackle, and then a tap on her shoulder.

Hi, babe, said a boys voice, trying to sound like a mans.

Her heart bounced. She started to turn. A hand clamped across her mouth as she tried to scream. She bit it. The boy cursed, but merely shifted his grip so she couldnt bite then grabbed her right wrist and twisted the arm up behind her back.

Grab her pack, then, he muttered. What you waiting for?

Another boyso there were two of themstarted pulling the shoulder-strap of her satchel down her left arm. She wrestled with them, sobbing, trying to kick out, trip one of them up somehow.

Stop that, you lot! Lay off! said a different kind of voice. A kids too, but even and confident. It seemed to come from the other side of the fence, over on her left now after the struggle.

A moment of startled silence. A snarl of curses cut short by the flare of a photoflash, bright in the corner of her eye. Ellie sensed the sudden uncertainty in her captors grip and wrenched her head free and yelled, gulped breath, and yelled again at the top of her voice.

The hands let go of her. By the time shed turned to face them, the kids whod attacked her were scuttling away, holding arms in front of their faces.

Shuddering and sick, she turned again. A boy was watching her from the other side of the fence. He looked younger than she was, somewhere about ten, and concerned for her but extraordinarily calm, as if what had just happened was something he dealt with every day.

You all right, miss? he said. You got someone with you?