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    Changelings & Other Stories
    Changelings & Other Stories
    Changelings & Other Stories
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    Changelings & Other Stories

    By Leah Cypess

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    Laura is telling the truth about being from Faerie. But not about anything else.

    Darri has been waiting years for her brother’s return... because only she can protect the rest of her family from him.

    Sarli is one of a long line of abandoned girls chosen to be a human sacrifice. But she’s planning for her turn to go a little differently.

    Seven previously published fantasy stories by Leah Cypess, author of Mistwood & Nightspell.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLeah Cypess
    Release dateDec 4, 2011
    ISBN9781619799080
    Changelings & Other Stories
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    Leah Cypess

    Leah Cypess wrote her first short story—in which the narrator was an ice cream cone—at the age of six. She has degrees in biology, journalism, and law, and has traveled to Iceland, Israel, Jordan, and Costa Rica, among other places. She now lives with her family in Maryland. She is also the author of the acclaimed fantasy novels Death Marked, Mistwood, and Nightspell.

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      Changelings & Other Stories - Leah Cypess

      CHANGELINGS

      &

      OTHER STORIES

      Leah Cypess

      Smashwords Edtion

      Copyright 2011 Leah Cypess

      License Notes: This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      LAURA

      is telling the truth about being from Faerie. But not about anything else.

      DARRI

      has been waiting years for her brother’s return…

      because only she can protect the rest of her family from him.

      SARLI

      is one of a long line of abandoned girls chosen to be a human sacrifice.

      But she’s planning for her turn to go a little differently.

      Seven previously published fantasy stories

      by Leah Cypess

      author of Mistwood & Nightspell.

      Table of Contents

      Changelings: Originally published in Odyssey, 1998

      Silent Blade: Originally published in Strange Horizons, 2006

      Temple of Stone: Originally published in Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Fantasy Magazine, 1997

      Shalott’s Inn: Originally published in Sword & Sorceress 23, 2008

      Dead Silent: Originally published in HelixSF, 1998

      Quests, Inc.: Originally published in Kaleria, 1995

      Fair Trade: Originally published on the Merry Sisters of Fate blog, 2011

      About the Author

      Mistwood

      Nightspell

      CHANGELINGS

      June 1

      She doesn’t like to walk on the sidewalk. I’ve seen her mincing delicately on the pavement, trying not to touch it until she reaches the next stretch of grass. Then the ground beneath her feet is familiar, even if she can sense the concrete below the thin veneer of green.

      Nobody else knows what’s wrong with her. My neighbor, Mrs. Kerenson, said that she’s probably autistic, which means (she explained condescendingly) that she doesn’t respond to the real world. Mr. Kerenson agreed, and said that Laura is living in a different world.

      They’re wrong. She was living in a different world. But she’s here now, and she’ll have to get used to it. The same way I did.

      June 8

      I’ve been trying to avoid her. After all, you never know what kind of people get sent out here: murderers, thieves, heretics. But today we came face to face. I was walking on the grass, indulging myself; and she was on the grass as usual. It was a narrow strip of grass, so we stood there and stared at each other.

      Each of us knew what the other was. We can always tell, when we meet.

      I thought you might be one of us, Laura breathed finally. I heard my ‘mother’ say that you were a little strange.

      They say that you are very strange, I countered.

      That’s because you’ve been here longer than I have.

      I met her bleak gaze and said, I’ve been here ten days.

      Ten... Her mouth opened in horror. But then - you’ve been here less time than I have!

      How long have you been here? I asked.

      I don’t know. But longer than ten days. How can you bear it?

      I have to. I looked away from her and added, I never had magic.

      Oh! Her little gasp of pity told me what I hadn’t dared ask directly; she had possessed magic, worlds away. So she hadn’t been banished for lack of it, like me. She committed a crime, and this exile is her punishment.

      The pavement, that she hates, is her punishment.

      I don’t know what came over me then. What spurred me might have been her pity, or her criminality, or just my own frustration. I stepped forward and pushed her, hard; hard enough to make her step back off the grass. Her foot came down on the sidewalk. I pushed her again, and she fell, lying in a heap on the concrete squares, her mouth open in a little o of shock and bewilderment.

      I walked away. When I looked back, she had pulled herself onto the grass and was crying.

      June 9

      I can’t believe I did that. I’m not a cruel person. I know I’m not. Not even in human form. So why...?

      I went over to her and apologized. She listened, expressionless. When I was finished, she said, You think I’m a criminal, don’t you?

      You mean you aren’t?

      Oh, I guess I am. The - the Justices said that I am. But I didn’t hurt anyone!

      What did you do? I asked, morbidly curious.

      Does it matter? she demanded, staring at me.

      No, I said, ashamed. I guess it doesn’t.

      We were sitting on the boardwalk, and a bunch of other kids were playing tag on the beach. We watched them for a few minutes, for lack of anything to say to each other. I found myself wanting to join them, something that never would have occurred to me two days ago.

      I’m afraid, Laura said suddenly. I heard that we forget. That soon we’ll be children like any other children, and eventually we won’t even remember the truth.

      She looked at me pleadingly, sure that I would give her reassurance. But while a part of me was afraid, a part of me wanted to be in the game, to be like all the others.

      Being a child like any other wouldn’t be so bad, I said finally, slowly. It’s growing up that worries me.

      June 16

      I’ve become very close to Laura. I should have known that I would; we’re both going through the same thing, even if I am guilt-free and she’s a criminal. We discuss Faerie often. My memories of it are fading, but hers seem as distinct as ever. Sometimes I don’t even remember the things she describes.

      It’s a mercy, this forgetting. And when I’m with other children - sometimes even when I’m alone - I am content to let it be that way, to let my old life fade and disappear. But when I’m with Laura, I feel that I’ve lost something wonderful, and that I have to keep the memory no matter how much pain it causes me.

      Laura thinks about the human children whose bodies we stole. I never thought about anything like that before, but now we discuss it often. Did they disappear? Did they go to Faerie? Or are they still here, in our minds, subjugated by our stronger possession?

      I thought that they might take over our bodies in Faerie. But Laura says that’s not possible. She claims that she’s seen the bodies of the changelings, the banished ones, and they are quite dead. That means that my body is dead, too, but it doesn’t bother me. I don’t even remember what my body looked like. This body felt thick and heavy at first, but now I’m used to it.

      Anyhow, the adults are happy that we talk so much. They think that it will do Laura good. My mother - my body’s mother, anyhow - makes sure to drop a few encouraging

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