Ah, supernatural fiction. Ah, changelings and demons and faerie glens.
Self is still reading about the Demons Ball at the Lightwoods (interspersed with her other reading: Howard Jacobson’s The Act of Love, set on Great Russell Street of all places; The Guardian; and Lucifer Princeps, the book about angels and nephilim and the netherworld, which has NOT, despite all self’s anxieties, been keeping self up at night, thank goodness!)
Today, self is off in search of a really neat supernatural bookstore, one she found on the web, which is a long way from her usual haunts. So she’d better off. She plans to walk there. London yesterday was wet, wet, wet. But today is as beautiful as summer. So, walk. When her feet give out, she’ll duck into the nearest tube station.
SPOILER ALERT AS USUAL
Tessa, still masquerading as Jessamine, has managed to distract Nate enough so that she didn’t actually have to kiss her own brother. Which would have been YUUUUCK!!!
She finds herself conversing with a faerie:
“Did you know your mother had eyes just like yours, gray sometimes and blue at others?”
Tessa found her voice. “Who are you?”
“Oh, my kind doesn’t like to give our names, but you can call me whatever you like. You can invent a lovely name for me. Your mother used to call me Hyacinth.”
“The blue flower,” Tessa said faintly. “How did you know my mother? You don’t look any older than me — ”
“After our youth, my kind does not age or die. Nor will you. Lucky girl! I hope you appreciate the service done you.”
Tessa shook her head in bewilderment. “Service? What service? Are you speaking of Mortmain? Do you know what I am?”
“Do you know what I am?”
Tessa thought of the Codex. “A faerie?” she guessed.
“And do you know what a changeling is?”
Tessa shook her head.
“Sometimes,” Hyacinth confided, dropping her voice to a whisper, “when our faerie blood has grown weak and thin, we will find our way into a human home, and take the best, the prettiest, and the plumpest child –and quick as a wink, replace the babe with a sickly one of our own. While the human child grows tall and strong in our lands, the human family will find itself burdened with a dying creature fearful of cold iron.”
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.