Book Four: Chapter 119

This was who she was. Like the old man had said, dance was never about the body, but the soul inside. And right now, her soul felt fine.

It wasn’t a long song, but when it was done, she was breathing hard. The world was somehow cast in a finer light, and she approached the phonograph and opened the drawer beneath it. There were dozens of records inside, and more than a couple were unlabeled. She chose one of the unlabeled ones and set it on the phonograph.

“Fucking goblin,” she swore with a smile on her face. It would bug her a little knowing that she owed Tink anything, and part of her was willing to bet that Tink knew it. Still, she couldn’t help but grin as the next song started and she closed her eyes, ready for it to carry her away.

Home.

“What do you think?” Mike asked. He sat in the front room with two key fragments sitting on the table. Tink and Ratu sat across from him, and Jenny watched from the arm of a nearby recliner.

After Kisa had left th