We will bring you more food tomorrow, the Poet promised.
No. You will get us inside that cave, Filizs grandmother said. And we will see what is so special about this Tearline girl.
13
EYE OF THE STORM
Enjoying the view?
Eureka jumped at Solons voice behind her the next morning. She thought shed been alone on the Bitter Clouds roof.
Shed climbed the stairs to the veranda at sunrise, curious about the view Ander had seen the night before when he came looking for her. Everything was silver in the morning cloud-light. The Tearline pond had risen, and Eureka didnt think Brookss rock was still above the surface. She relived dropping that gun into the water, kissing Ander in the canoe, confronting the monster she was supposed to fear. She did fear him, and hate him, and love him.
He wasthey were bothout there somewhere, hidden along the banks. She could feel them, the way she could still feel the nightmare from which shed just awoken.
Shed dreamt she was scaling a mountain in the rain. Near the summit, the earth shifted beneath her. She grabbed hold of something slick and spongy, but it disintegrated in her fingers. Then the whole mountain crumbled, a dangerous rockslide under her feet. As Eureka succumbed to the avalanche, she realized she had not been climbing a mountain, but a vast heap of rotting arms and moldy legs and decomposing heads.
She had been climbing the wasted dead.
I must admitSolon gazed at the pondyour tears have improved this vista. Its like how sunsets are more beautiful in polluted air.
Eureka could no longer feel the rain. Droplets gathered twenty feet above her but never reached the white stone veranda. Solon must have pitched a cordon over them, though hed said he rarely used his Zephyr anymore. He coughed and wheezed and lit a clove cigarette with a silver lighter.
Sleep well? He eyed her as if hed asked a more personal question.
Not really. She felt Atlas spying on their conversation, observing every nuance of her body language. Goose bumps rose on her skin.
Solon would want to know about Eurekas encounter last night, but she could never tell him here, with Atlas possibly within earshot. She could never tell him anywhere if she planned on seeing Brooks again. It had to stay her secret.
The gang rises, Solon said as the twins bounded onto the veranda.
Whats for breakfast? William swung from the barren branch of a tree in the center of the veranda.
There was supposed to be coffee, Solon said, but apparently my employees have quit.
I had the craziest dream. Cat appeared at the top of the stairs. My brother and I were driving my dads old Trans-Am across the ocean through all these giant schools of fish. She rested her head on Eurekas shoulder with un-Cat-like lethargy. She still hadnt reached her family.
A moment later, Dad mounted the stairs, hisweight steadied by Ander. Eureka touched the bandage around his shoulder. It was clean and tight.
Better today, he said before she could ask. The bruise spreading from his temple was green.
You should be resting, she said.
He was worried about you, Ander said. We didnt know where you were.
Im fine
Claire! Dad shouted. Get down!
Claire had climbed atop the verandas stone rail. She leaned for a branch of pink bougainvillea, its petals bordered with brown.
I want to get the flower like Eureka.
She leaned too far. Her foot slid across the wet stone, and she tumbled forward, over the rail. Everyone scrambled toward her, but William, who was always already next to Claire, was first.
His arm shot over the rail. His open hand reached out. By the time Eureka got there, William was holding Claire.
Except he wasnt. Their hands didnt even touch. Five feet of air separated the twins. Claire dangled over a steep drop, held aloft by an invisible force. As William reached down and Claire reached up, some kind of energy in the space between connected them and kept her from falling. She looked beneath her feet at nothing. She began to cry.
Ive got you. Williams forehead beaded with sweat. His body was still except for his twitching fingers. Claire began to rise.
The rest of them watched as Claire slowly floated toward her brothers hand. Soon, their fingertips connected, then each grasped the others wrist. Then Ander and Solon were hauling Claire up the rest of the way, onto the veranda.
Thanks. She shrugged at William after she was upright, safe.
Sure. He shrugged back as Claire ran to Dad to wipe her tears.
Eureka knelt before William. How did you do that?
I just wanted to bring her back where she belonged, William said. With us.
Try it again, Solon said.
I dont think so, Dad said.
Throw something in the air, Solon said to Claire. Anything. But let William be the one to catch it.
Claire glanced around the veranda. Her gaze settled on the purple bag Eureka had set by the head of the stairs. The Book of Love peeked from its top.
No! Eureka warned, but Claire already held the book in her hands.
She hurled it into the sky. There was a small gray burst as the cordon became visible where the book pierced it. Wind and rain ripped through the hole it created. Eureka heard a loud buzz, like a riot of bees, then a tiny purple mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky. The book sailed over the Tearline pond below the veranda. It moved through the rain like it would never stop, like the answers to Eurekas heritage would always be further and further away. After what seemed like half an eternity, The Book of Love struck a high peak of white stone and fell open on the face of a rock.
No. You will get us inside that cave, Filizs grandmother said. And we will see what is so special about this Tearline girl.
13
EYE OF THE STORM
Enjoying the view?
Eureka jumped at Solons voice behind her the next morning. She thought shed been alone on the Bitter Clouds roof.
Shed climbed the stairs to the veranda at sunrise, curious about the view Ander had seen the night before when he came looking for her. Everything was silver in the morning cloud-light. The Tearline pond had risen, and Eureka didnt think Brookss rock was still above the surface. She relived dropping that gun into the water, kissing Ander in the canoe, confronting the monster she was supposed to fear. She did fear him, and hate him, and love him.
He wasthey were bothout there somewhere, hidden along the banks. She could feel them, the way she could still feel the nightmare from which shed just awoken.
Shed dreamt she was scaling a mountain in the rain. Near the summit, the earth shifted beneath her. She grabbed hold of something slick and spongy, but it disintegrated in her fingers. Then the whole mountain crumbled, a dangerous rockslide under her feet. As Eureka succumbed to the avalanche, she realized she had not been climbing a mountain, but a vast heap of rotting arms and moldy legs and decomposing heads.
She had been climbing the wasted dead.
I must admitSolon gazed at the pondyour tears have improved this vista. Its like how sunsets are more beautiful in polluted air.
Eureka could no longer feel the rain. Droplets gathered twenty feet above her but never reached the white stone veranda. Solon must have pitched a cordon over them, though hed said he rarely used his Zephyr anymore. He coughed and wheezed and lit a clove cigarette with a silver lighter.
Sleep well? He eyed her as if hed asked a more personal question.
Not really. She felt Atlas spying on their conversation, observing every nuance of her body language. Goose bumps rose on her skin.
Solon would want to know about Eurekas encounter last night, but she could never tell him here, with Atlas possibly within earshot. She could never tell him anywhere if she planned on seeing Brooks again. It had to stay her secret.
The gang rises, Solon said as the twins bounded onto the veranda.
Whats for breakfast? William swung from the barren branch of a tree in the center of the veranda.
There was supposed to be coffee, Solon said, but apparently my employees have quit.
I had the craziest dream. Cat appeared at the top of the stairs. My brother and I were driving my dads old Trans-Am across the ocean through all these giant schools of fish. She rested her head on Eurekas shoulder with un-Cat-like lethargy. She still hadnt reached her family.
A moment later, Dad mounted the stairs, hisweight steadied by Ander. Eureka touched the bandage around his shoulder. It was clean and tight.
Better today, he said before she could ask. The bruise spreading from his temple was green.
You should be resting, she said.
He was worried about you, Ander said. We didnt know where you were.
Im fine
Claire! Dad shouted. Get down!
Claire had climbed atop the verandas stone rail. She leaned for a branch of pink bougainvillea, its petals bordered with brown.
I want to get the flower like Eureka.
She leaned too far. Her foot slid across the wet stone, and she tumbled forward, over the rail. Everyone scrambled toward her, but William, who was always already next to Claire, was first.
His arm shot over the rail. His open hand reached out. By the time Eureka got there, William was holding Claire.
Except he wasnt. Their hands didnt even touch. Five feet of air separated the twins. Claire dangled over a steep drop, held aloft by an invisible force. As William reached down and Claire reached up, some kind of energy in the space between connected them and kept her from falling. She looked beneath her feet at nothing. She began to cry.
Ive got you. Williams forehead beaded with sweat. His body was still except for his twitching fingers. Claire began to rise.
The rest of them watched as Claire slowly floated toward her brothers hand. Soon, their fingertips connected, then each grasped the others wrist. Then Ander and Solon were hauling Claire up the rest of the way, onto the veranda.
Thanks. She shrugged at William after she was upright, safe.
Sure. He shrugged back as Claire ran to Dad to wipe her tears.
Eureka knelt before William. How did you do that?
I just wanted to bring her back where she belonged, William said. With us.
Try it again, Solon said.
I dont think so, Dad said.
Throw something in the air, Solon said to Claire. Anything. But let William be the one to catch it.
Claire glanced around the veranda. Her gaze settled on the purple bag Eureka had set by the head of the stairs. The Book of Love peeked from its top.
No! Eureka warned, but Claire already held the book in her hands.
She hurled it into the sky. There was a small gray burst as the cordon became visible where the book pierced it. Wind and rain ripped through the hole it created. Eureka heard a loud buzz, like a riot of bees, then a tiny purple mushroom cloud bloomed in the sky. The book sailed over the Tearline pond below the veranda. It moved through the rain like it would never stop, like the answers to Eurekas heritage would always be further and further away. After what seemed like half an eternity, The Book of Love struck a high peak of white stone and fell open on the face of a rock.
