The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms - By N. K. Jemisin Page 0,62
questions to ask, no way to get at those secrets. So at last I picked up my knife and walked out of the room, and tried not to feel a sense of shame as the guards closed the door behind me.
* * *
This turned out to be the start of a very bad night.
* * *
I stepped inside my apartment and found that I had visitors.
Kurue had appropriated the chair, where she sat with her fingers steepled, a hard look in her eyes. Sieh, perched on the edge of my parlors couch, sat with his knees drawn up and his eyes downcast. Zhakkarn stood sentinel near the window, impassive as ever. Nahadoth
I felt his presence behind me an instant before he put his hand through my chest.
Tell me, he said into my ear, why I should not kill you.
I stared at the hand through my chest. There was no blood, and as far as I could tell there was no wound. I fumbled for his hand and found that it was immaterial, like a shadow. My fingers passed through his flesh and waggled in the translucence of his fist. It did not hurt exactly, but it felt as though Id plunged my fingers into an icy stream. There was a deep, aching coldness between my breasts.
He could withdraw his hand and tear out my heart. He could leave his hand in place but make it tangible, and kill me as surely as if hed punched through blood and bone.
Nahadoth, Kurue said in a warning tone.
Sieh jumped up and came to my side, his eyes wide and frightened. Please dont kill her. Please.
Shes one of them, he hissed in my ear. His breath was cold as well, making the flesh of my neck prickle in goose bumps. Just another Arameri convinced of her own superiority. We made her, Sieh, and she dares to command us? She has no right to carry my sisters soul. His hand curled into a claw, and suddenly I realized it was not my flesh that he meant to damage.
Your body has grown used to containing two souls, Zhakkarn had said. It might not survive having only one again.
But at that realization, completely to my own surprise, I burst into laughter.
Do it, I said. I could hardly breathe for laughing, though that mightve been some effect of Nahadoths hand. I never wanted this thing in me in the first place. If you want it, take it!
Yeine! Sieh clutched my arm. That could kill you!
What difference does it make? You want to kill me anyway. So does Dekartahes got it all planned, seven days from now. My only real choice lies in how I die. This is as good as any other method, isnt it?
Lets find out, Nahadoth said.
Kurue sat forward. Wait, what did she
Nahadoth drew his hand back. It seemed to take effort; the arm moved through my flesh slowly, as if through clay. I could not be more certain because I was shrieking at the top of my lungs. Instinctively I lunged forward, trying to escape the pain, and in retrospect this made things worse. But I could not think, all my reason having been subsumed by agony. It felt as though I was being torn apartas, of course, I was.
But then something happened.
* * *
Above, a sky out of nightmare. I could not say if it was day or night. Both sun and moon were visible, but it was hard to say which was which. The moon was huge and cancerously yellow. The sun was a bloody distortion, nowhere near round. There was a single cloud in the sky and it was blacknot dark gray with rain but black, like a drifting hole in the sky. And then I realized it was a hole, because something fell through
Tiny figures, struggling. One of them was white and blazing, the other black and smoking; as they tumbled, I could see fire and hear cracks like thunder all around them. They fell and fell and smashed into the earth nearby. The ground shook, a great cloud of dust and debris kicked up from the impact; nothing human could have survived such a fall, but I knew they were not
I ran. All around me were bodiesnot dead, I understood with the certainty of a dream, but dying. The grass was dry and dessicated, crackling beneath my bare feet. Enefa was dead. Everything was dying. Leaves fell around me like heavy snow. Ahead, just through the trees