Youre out of your depth, the lips of her new body said. It was Atlas speaking.
Her eyes went blurry, then her view of the beach was torn from her as her mind flowed backward onto the sharp dead coral below.
Still want my tears? she tried to say, but the words slurred, incoherent, from Atlass lips. Moving his limbs was easier; she didnt know how to make Atlass body talk convincingly. Yet.
What if hes right? Eureka gave that anxiety to the reef, using it to thrust her mind forward, crowding Atlass dark, furious thoughtsdestroy her punish her how?until she forced her mind behind his eyes, and sensed his desires falling beneath hers. She hoped they shattered on the reef.
A corpse floated before her.
It took a moment to recognize it as her own.
She used to be the girl who looked like that. Moments ago, shed had long, ombr hair, a bloody nose, skinny arms, and muscular legs. Shed had a beating, aching heart even though shed tried to deny it. She checked her old bodys pulse with Atlass fingers. Nothing.
She had done it. Eureka Boudreaux had discarded herself. Her old blue eyes were open. They were the color of her fathers eyes and their point of view wasnt hers anymore.
Eureka realized that even at her most extremely suicidal, she had never wanted to die. She had really wanted this, escape from a fixed identity, the chance to be many things at oncea bitch, a nymph, an artist, an angel, a saint, a strip-mall security guard, a tyrant, a boy. She had wanted to be loosed from the narrow way her world defined Eureka Boudreaux. She had wanted to be free.
Her vision blurred. Atlass desperation layered over hers. The mind that had possessed a thousand other bodies didnt know how to rid itself of one possessing his. His hands grabbed her corpse. He took his fury out on it.
His fingers tore her throat, ripped her skin apart, tore into the cartilage of her neck. His fists rained down on her brittle ribs, cracking what the witches salve had half mended. Eureka didnt stop him; she knew nothing would bring her body back. She relaxed into his rage, curious when and how he would exhaust himself.
Shed been wrong to think he had no feelings. When Atlass emotions erupted, they ruled him, the way falling in love with Ander had ruled Eureka. He knew rage but not its opposite. Eureka would guide him so deeply into joy that it would kill himand, she hoped, raise the souls inside the Filling to a higher place.
But first she had to say one last goodbye.
33
WATERFALL
Eureka swam toward the waveshop as a king.
Every few seconds her vision blurred, and the ocean reeled with Atlass rage. The only way she kept his thoughts at bay and her own thoughts above the reef was to focus on reaching Delphine. Soon Eureka could hold Atlass mind off for afull minute. Then for three.
She came up for air, treaded water. She practiced making words coherent. Im almost through with you, she said.
She scanned the beach. The Gossipwitch Mountains loomed ahead. She thought she would have made it closer to Delphine, but she didnt see the suspended wave. She flung Atlass foot over a sandbar and stood up, chest-deep in the ocean.
Lightning struck the water twenty feet ahead. But the sky above was clear. Something golden bobbed in the waves. Whatever it was had caused that lightning. Eureka swam toward it and discovered Delphines loom.
She trained Atlass remarkable vision on the beach. The na**d body of a boy lay on the sand. Was it Brooks? No. The boys skin was silvera ghost robot. She waded forward, dragging Atlass gaze across another robot, also sprawled upon the shore, perpendicular to the first. Soon shed counted more robots. Seven of them were splayed, motionless, across the shore. Their bodies had been purposefully positioned, limbs extended at odd angles, to collectively create a design.
Or rather, each body had been stretched to form a letter. The ghost robots spelled a word.
Even if Eureka had never seen the labyrinthine written language of Atlantis on the pages of The Book of Love, her Tearline intuition would have decoded the message in the sand. The word was missing its last letter, but she was able to grasp its meaning.
The transliteration sounded something like Eur-ee-ka.
It was Atlantean for joy.
Atlas roared, and Eureka felt her consciousness shoved backward within him. She saw only white and knew she was soon bound again for the coral as Atlas screamed, Delphine!
Eureka willed her mind forward to the place from which she could manipulate Atlass body. She focused on ramming his fist into the center of his face. When she succeeded, she felt no pain but knew he did from the way his thoughts faded and her vision of the beach returned.
Dont make me hurt you again. Her words in his throat sounded clearer, expressing the perverse flirtation shed intended.
Movement at the crest of a sand dunenear the palm grove Atlass vision painted turquoisecaught Eurekas attention. One ghost robot chased another. Their bodies were identical, but the pursuing robot was special: Ovid wore Solons features as it lunged to grab the legs of the other robot and brought it down upon the sand.
Solon was the inscriber of the message in the sand. Hed withheld the meaning of her namesake until now, when she could use it. Did it mean he still believed in her?
The other robot struggled, then straddled Ovids chest and wrestled its arms into surrender. Its fingers searched the sand and found a heavy rock. Eureka held Atlass breath as the robot bashed the boulder into Ovids head.
Her eyes went blurry, then her view of the beach was torn from her as her mind flowed backward onto the sharp dead coral below.
Still want my tears? she tried to say, but the words slurred, incoherent, from Atlass lips. Moving his limbs was easier; she didnt know how to make Atlass body talk convincingly. Yet.
What if hes right? Eureka gave that anxiety to the reef, using it to thrust her mind forward, crowding Atlass dark, furious thoughtsdestroy her punish her how?until she forced her mind behind his eyes, and sensed his desires falling beneath hers. She hoped they shattered on the reef.
A corpse floated before her.
It took a moment to recognize it as her own.
She used to be the girl who looked like that. Moments ago, shed had long, ombr hair, a bloody nose, skinny arms, and muscular legs. Shed had a beating, aching heart even though shed tried to deny it. She checked her old bodys pulse with Atlass fingers. Nothing.
She had done it. Eureka Boudreaux had discarded herself. Her old blue eyes were open. They were the color of her fathers eyes and their point of view wasnt hers anymore.
Eureka realized that even at her most extremely suicidal, she had never wanted to die. She had really wanted this, escape from a fixed identity, the chance to be many things at oncea bitch, a nymph, an artist, an angel, a saint, a strip-mall security guard, a tyrant, a boy. She had wanted to be loosed from the narrow way her world defined Eureka Boudreaux. She had wanted to be free.
Her vision blurred. Atlass desperation layered over hers. The mind that had possessed a thousand other bodies didnt know how to rid itself of one possessing his. His hands grabbed her corpse. He took his fury out on it.
His fingers tore her throat, ripped her skin apart, tore into the cartilage of her neck. His fists rained down on her brittle ribs, cracking what the witches salve had half mended. Eureka didnt stop him; she knew nothing would bring her body back. She relaxed into his rage, curious when and how he would exhaust himself.
Shed been wrong to think he had no feelings. When Atlass emotions erupted, they ruled him, the way falling in love with Ander had ruled Eureka. He knew rage but not its opposite. Eureka would guide him so deeply into joy that it would kill himand, she hoped, raise the souls inside the Filling to a higher place.
But first she had to say one last goodbye.
33
WATERFALL
Eureka swam toward the waveshop as a king.
Every few seconds her vision blurred, and the ocean reeled with Atlass rage. The only way she kept his thoughts at bay and her own thoughts above the reef was to focus on reaching Delphine. Soon Eureka could hold Atlass mind off for afull minute. Then for three.
She came up for air, treaded water. She practiced making words coherent. Im almost through with you, she said.
She scanned the beach. The Gossipwitch Mountains loomed ahead. She thought she would have made it closer to Delphine, but she didnt see the suspended wave. She flung Atlass foot over a sandbar and stood up, chest-deep in the ocean.
Lightning struck the water twenty feet ahead. But the sky above was clear. Something golden bobbed in the waves. Whatever it was had caused that lightning. Eureka swam toward it and discovered Delphines loom.
She trained Atlass remarkable vision on the beach. The na**d body of a boy lay on the sand. Was it Brooks? No. The boys skin was silvera ghost robot. She waded forward, dragging Atlass gaze across another robot, also sprawled upon the shore, perpendicular to the first. Soon shed counted more robots. Seven of them were splayed, motionless, across the shore. Their bodies had been purposefully positioned, limbs extended at odd angles, to collectively create a design.
Or rather, each body had been stretched to form a letter. The ghost robots spelled a word.
Even if Eureka had never seen the labyrinthine written language of Atlantis on the pages of The Book of Love, her Tearline intuition would have decoded the message in the sand. The word was missing its last letter, but she was able to grasp its meaning.
The transliteration sounded something like Eur-ee-ka.
It was Atlantean for joy.
Atlas roared, and Eureka felt her consciousness shoved backward within him. She saw only white and knew she was soon bound again for the coral as Atlas screamed, Delphine!
Eureka willed her mind forward to the place from which she could manipulate Atlass body. She focused on ramming his fist into the center of his face. When she succeeded, she felt no pain but knew he did from the way his thoughts faded and her vision of the beach returned.
Dont make me hurt you again. Her words in his throat sounded clearer, expressing the perverse flirtation shed intended.
Movement at the crest of a sand dunenear the palm grove Atlass vision painted turquoisecaught Eurekas attention. One ghost robot chased another. Their bodies were identical, but the pursuing robot was special: Ovid wore Solons features as it lunged to grab the legs of the other robot and brought it down upon the sand.
Solon was the inscriber of the message in the sand. Hed withheld the meaning of her namesake until now, when she could use it. Did it mean he still believed in her?
The other robot struggled, then straddled Ovids chest and wrestled its arms into surrender. Its fingers searched the sand and found a heavy rock. Eureka held Atlass breath as the robot bashed the boulder into Ovids head.
