Lejni Tejlor - Days of Blood & Starlight

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them.

And its snap split the world in two.

Prague, early May. The sky weighed gray over fairy-tale rooftops, and all the world was watching. Satellites had even been tasked to surveil the Charles Bridge, in case the visitors returned. Strange things had happened in this city before, but not this strange. At least, not since video existed to prove it. Or to milk it.

Please tell me you have to pee.

What? No. No, I do not. Dont even ask.

Oh, come on. Id do it myself if I could, but I cant. Im a girl.

I know. Life is so unfair. Im still not going to pee on Karous ex-boyfriend for you.

What? I wasnt even going to ask you to. In her most reasonable tone, Zuzana explained, I just want you to pee in a balloon so I can drop it on him.

Oh. Mik pretended to consider this for approximately one and a half seconds. No.

Zuzana exhaled heavily through her mouth. Fine. But you know he deserves it.

The target was standing ten feet in front of them with a full international news crew, giving an interview. It was not his first interview. It was not even his tenth. Zuzana had lost count. What made this one especially irksome was that he was conducting it on the front steps of Karous apartment building, which had already gotten quite enough attention from various police and security agencies without the address being splashed on the news for all and sundry.

Kaz was busily making a name for himself as the ex-boyfriend of the Girl on the Bridge, as Karou was being called in the wake of the extraordinary melee that had fixed the eyes of the world on Prague.

Angels, breathed the reporter, who was young and pretty in the usual catalog-model-meets-assassin way of TV reporters. Did you have any idea?

Kaz laughed. Predicting it, Zuzana fake-laughed right along with him. What, you mean that there really are angels, or that my girlfriend is on their bad side?

Ex-girlfriend, hissed Zuzana.

Both, I guess, laughed the reporter.

No, neither, admitted Kaz. But there were always mysteries with Karou.

Like what?

Well, she was so secretive you wouldnt believe it. I mean, I dont even know her nationality, or her last name, if she even has one.

And that didnt bother you?

Nah, it was cool. A beautiful, mysterious girl? She kept a knife in her boot, and she could speak all these languages, and she was always drawing monsters in her

Zuzana shouted, Tell about how she threw you through the window!

Kaz tried to ignore her, but the reporter had heard. Is it true? Did she hurt you?

Well, it wasnt my favorite thing thats ever happened to me. Cue charming laughter. But I wasnt hurt. It was my fault, I guess. I scared her. I didnt mean to, but shed been in some kind of fight, and she was jumpy. She was bloody all over, and barefoot in the snow.

How awful! Did she tell you what happened?

Again Zuzana shouted. No! Because she was too busy throwing him through the window!

It was a door, actually, said Kaz, shooting Zuzana a look. He pointed at the glass door behind him. That door.

This one, right here? The reporter was delighted. She reached out and touched it like it meant somethinglike the replacement glass of a door once shattered by the flung body of a bad actor was some kind of important symbol to the world.

Please? Zuzana asked Mik. Hes standing right under the balcony. She had the keys to Karous flat, which had come in handy for spiriting her friends sketchbooks from the premises before investigators could get their hands on them. Karou had wanted her to live here, but right now, thanks to Kaz, it was too much of a circus. Look. Zuzana pointed up. Its a straight drop onto his head. And you did drink all that tea

No.

The reporter leaned in close to Kaz. Conspiratorial. So. Where is she now?

Seriously? Zuzana muttered. As if he knows. Like he didnt tell the last twenty-five reporters because he was saving this excellent secret knowledge just for her?

On the steps, Kaz shrugged. We all saw it. She flew away. He shook his head like he couldnt believe it, and looked right into the camera. He was so much better-looking than he deserved to be. Kaz made Zuzana wish that beauty were something that could be revoked for bad behavior. She flew away, he repeated, wide-eyed with fake wonder. He was performing these interviews like a play: the same show again and again, with only minor ad-libs depending on the questions. It was getting really old.

And you have no idea where she might have gone?

No. She was always taking off, disappearing for days. She never said where she went, but she was always exhausted when she came back.

Do you think shell come back this time?

I hope so. Another soulful gaze into the camera lens. I miss her, you know?

Zuzana groaned like she was in pain. Ohhh, make him shut uuup.

But Kaz didnt shut up. Turning back to the reporter, he said, The only good thing is that I can use it in my work. The longing, the wondering. It brings out a richer performance. In other words: Enough about Karou, lets talk about me.

The reporter went with it. So, youre an actor, she cooed, and Zuzana couldnt take it any longer.

Im going up, she told Mik. You can hoard your bladder tea. Ill make do.

Zuze, what are you Mik started, but she was already striding off. He followed.

And when, three minutes later, a pink balloon plunged from above to land squarely on Kazimirs head, he owed Mik a debt of gratitude, because it was not bladder tea that burst all over him. It was perfume, several bottles worth, mixed with baking soda to turn it into a nice clinging paste. It matted his hair and stung his eyes, and the look on his face was priceless. Zuzana knew this because, though the interview wasnt live, the network chose to air it.

Over and over.

It was a victory, but it was hollow, because when she tried Karous phonefor about the 86,400th timeit went straight to voice mail, and Zuzana knew that it was dead. Her best friend had vanished, possibly to another world, and even repeat viewings of a gasping Kaz crowned in perfume-paste and shreds of pink balloon couldnt make up for that.

Pee totally would have, though.

The sky above Uzbekistan, that night.

The portal was a gash in the air. The wind bled through it in both directions, hissing like breath through teeth, and where the edges shifted, one worlds sky revealed anothers. Akiva watched the interplay of stars along the cut, preparing himself to cross through. From beyond, the Eretz stars glimmered visible-invisible, visible-invisible, and he did the same. There would be guards on the other side, and he didnt know whether to reveal himself.

What awaited him back in his own world?

If his brother and sister had exposed him for a traitor, the guards would seize him on sightor try to. Akiva didnt want to believe that Hazael and Liraz could have given him up, but their last looks were sharp in his memory: Lirazs fury at his betrayal, Hazaels quiet revulsion.

He couldnt risk being taken. He was haunted by another last look, sharper and more recent than theirs.