What are you going to tell her? Dear Mom, Ethans been kidnapped by faeries. Gone to get him back. Oh, and dont trust the Ethan thats herehes really a faery changeling. It sounded insane even to me. I hesitated, thinking, then scrawled a quick:
Mom, theres something I have to take care of. Ill be back soon, I promise. Dont worry about me. Meghan
I stuck the note on the refrigerator door, trying not to think that I might never see home again. Shouldering the pack, feeling my insides squirm like a nest of snakes, I climbed the stairs.
Robbie waited on the landing, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a lazy grin. Ready?
Apprehension tickled my stomach. Will it be very dangerous?
Oh, extremely, Robbie said, walking up to Ethans bedroom door. Thats what makes it fun. You can die in so many interesting waysskewered on a glass sword, dragged underwater and eaten by a kelpie, turned into a spider or a rosebush for all time He looked back at me. Well, are you coming or not?
Oh, extremely, Robbie said, walking up to Ethans bedroom door. Thats what makes it fun. You can die in so many interesting waysskewered on a glass sword, dragged underwater and eaten by a kelpie, turned into a spider or a rosebush for all time He looked back at me. Well, are you coming or not?
I noticed my hands were shaking and held them to my chest. Why are you saying these things? I whispered. Are you trying to scare me?
Yes, Robbie replied, unabashed. He paused at Ethans door, one hand on the knob, and stared at me. These are the things youre going to face, princess. Im giving you fair warning now. Still think you want to go? My previous offer still stands.
I remembered the taste of the mistwine, the desperate longing for more, and shivered. No, I said quickly. I wont leave Ethan with a bunch of monsters. Ive lost a father alreadyI wont lose a brother, as well.
And then, something occurred to me, something that left me breathless, wondering why I didnt think of it before. Dad. My heart pounded, recalling half-remembered dreams, where my father vanished beneath a pond and never resurfaced. What if hed been kidnapped by faeries, as well? I could find Ethan and my dad, and bring them both home!
Lets go, I demanded, looking Robbie in the eyes. Come on, weve wasted enough time here. If were gonna do this, lets get it over with.
Rob blinked, and a strange look passed over his face. For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something. But then he shook himself, like he was coming out of a trance, and the moment was gone.
All right, then. Dont say I didnt warn you. He grinned, and the gleam in his eyes grew brighter. First things first. We have to find an entrance to the Nevernever. Thats Faeryland to you. Its not a place you can just walk to, and the doors are usually very well hidden. Fortunately, I have a good idea of where one is lurking. He grinned, turned away, and pounded on Ethans bedroom door. Knock, knock! he called in a high, singsong voice.
For a moment, silence. Then came a thud and a crash, as if something heavy had been hurled at the door. Go away! snarled the voice from within.
Ah, no. Thats not how the joke goes, called Rob. I say knock, knock, and youre supposed to answer with whos there?
Fuck off!
Nope, thats still wrong. Robbie seemed unperturbed. I, however, was horrified at Ethans language, though I knew it wasnt him. Here, continued Rob in an amiable voice, Ill go through the whole thing, so youll know how to answer next time. He cleared his throat and pounded the door again. Knock, knock! he bellowed. Whos there? Puck! Puck who? Puck, who will turn you into a squealing pig and stuff you in the oven if you dont get out of our way! And with that, he banged open the door.
The thing that looked like Ethan stood on the bed, a book in each hand. With a hiss, he hurled them at the doorway. Robbie dodged, but one paperback hit me in the stomach and I grunted.
Please, I heard Rob mutter, and a ripple went through the air. Suddenly, all the books in the room flapped their covers, rose off the floor and shelves, and began dive-bombing Ethan like a flock of enraged seagulls. I could only stare, feeling my life get more surreal by the second. The fake Ethan hissed and snarled, swatting at the books as they buzzed around him, until one hit him smack in the face and tumbled him off the mattress. Spitting in fury, he darted under the bed. I heard claws scrabbling against the wood as his feet vanished into the crawl space. Curses and growls drifted out from the darkness.
Robbie shook his head. Amateurs. He sighed as the books swooping around the room froze midflight and rained to the floor with echoing thuds. Lets go, princess.
I SHOOK MYSELF AND PICKED MY way over fallen books, joining Robbie in the middle of the room. So, I ventured, trying to sound casual, as if flying books and faeries were something I encountered every day. Wheres this entrance to Faeryland? Will you have to make a magic ring or cast a spell or something?
Rob snickered. Not exactly, princess. Youre making it too complicated. Doorways to the Nevernever tend to appear in places where there is a lot of belief, creativity, or imagination. Often you can find one in a childs bedroom closet, or under his bed.
Floppys afraid of the man in the closet. I shivered, mentally apologizing to my half brother. When I found him again, Id be sure to tell him I believed in the monsters, too.
The closet, then, I murmured, stepping over books and toys to reach it. My hand shook a bit as I grabbed the doorknob. No turning back now, I told myself, and pulled it open.
A tall, emaciated figure with a narrow face and sunken eyes stared at me as the door swung open. A black suit clung to its rail-thin body, and a bowler hat perched atop its pointed head. It blinked wide, staring at me, and bloodless lips pulled back in a grimace, revealing thin, pointed teeth. I leaped back with a shriek.
My closet! hissed the figure. A spiderlike hand darted out and grabbed the doorknob. My closet! Mine! And it slammed the door with a bang.
Robbie gave an exasperated sigh as I skittered behind him, my heart careening around my rib cage like a bat. Bogeys, he muttered, shaking his head. He strode to the door, tapped on it three times, and flung it open.
This time, the space stood empty, except for hanging shirts, stacked boxes, and normal closet things. Robbie shoved aside the clothes, maneuvered around the boxes, and put a hand to the back wall, tracing his fingers along the wood. Curious, I edged closer.
Where are you? he muttered, feeling along the wall. I crept to the doorway and peered over his shoulder. I know youre here. Where isAha.
Crouching down, he took a breath and blew against the wall. Instantly, a cloud of dust arose, billowing around him and sparkling like orange glitter.
When he straightened, I saw a gold handle on the back wall, and the faint outline of a door, pale light shining through the bottom crack.
Come on, princess. Rob turned and beckoned me forward. His eyes glowed green in the darkness. This is our ride. Your one-way ticket to the Nevernever.
I hesitated, waiting for my pulse to slow to something resembling normal. It didnt. This is insane, a small, scared part of me whispered. Who knew what waited through that doorway, what horrors lurked in the shadows? I might never come home again. This was my last chance to turn back.
No, I told myself. I cant turn back. Ethan is out there, somewhere. Ethan is counting on me. I took a deep breath and one step forward.
A wrinkled hand shot from beneath the bed, latching on to my ankle. It yanked savagely and I nearly fell, as a snarl echoed from the dark space beneath. With a shriek, I kicked free of the flailing claw, charged blindly into the closet, and slammed the door behind me.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Nevernever
In the musty darkness of Ethans closet, I pressed a hand to my chest and waited once more for my heartbeat to return to normal. Blackness surrounded me, except for the thin rectangle of light outlined against the far wall. I couldnt see Robbie, but I felt his presence close by, heard his quiet breathing in my ear.
Ready? he whispered, his breath warm on my skin. And before I could answer, he pushed the door back with a creak, revealing the Nevernever.
Pale silver light flooded the room. The clearing beyond the door frame was surrounded by enormous trees, so thick and tangled I couldnt see the sky through the branches. A curling mist crept along the ground, and the woods were dark and still, as if the forest was trapped in perpetual twilight. Here and there, brilliant splashes of color stood out among the gray. A patch of flowers, their petals a shocking electric-blue, waved gently in the mist. A creeper vine snaked around the trunk of a dying oak, long red thorns a stark contrast to the tree it was killing.
A warm breeze blew into the closet, carrying with it a shocking assortment of smellssmells that should not be together in one place. Crushed leaves and cinnamon, smoke and apples, fresh earth, lavender, and the faint, cloying scent of rot and decay. For a moment, I caught a tang of something metallic and coppery, wrapped around the smell of rot, but it was gone in the next breath. Clouds of insects swarmed overhead, and if I listened hard I could almost imagine I heard singing. The forest was still at first, but I then caught movement deep in the shadows, and heard leaves rustle all around us. Invisible eyes seemed to watch me from every angle, boring into my skin.
Robbie, his hair a bright flame atop his head, stepped through the doorway, gazed around, and laughed. Home. He sighed, flinging his arms wide, as if to embrace it all. Im finally home. He spun in place and, with another laugh, fell backward into the mist, like he was making a snow angel, and vanished.
I gulped and took a cautious step forward. Mist swirled around my ankles like a living thing, caressing my skin with damp fingers. Rob?
The silence mocked me. Out of the corner of my eye, something big and white darted into the trees like quicksilver. Rob? I called again, edging to the place he had fallen. Where are you? Robbie?
Boo. Rob appeared behind me, rising out of the mist like a vampire from its coffin. To say I screamed was a bit of an understatement.