We Are Not Good People (Ustari Cycle) - Plot & Excerpts
I KNEW I WAS IN Nebraska, because there was nothing to see. Again, teleportation was disorienting by its nonexperiential nature. There was no visual or audio cue; suddenly, you were somewhere else. I stumbled because the ground was uneven after the perfect floors of the Shanghai apartment. I was in a field. It was fucking freezing, and pitch-black, and the wind was so strong I thought if I held open my coat, I’d catch a breeze and take off. I immediately began shivering. I spun around, peering into the gloom. I was alone. Fallon and Mags were nowhere to be seen. The Girl Who Was Not a Girl or Elsa or whatever had sent us to different spots. Safe passage didn’t specify anything else, I supposed, and now the deal was done, so staying in the spot they’d sent me seemed unwise. I half expected a tiger to materialize out of thin air. Or a dimma. Teleportation was an expensive spell for which I didn’t have gas or the know-how, so I started walking. I’d taken three steps when I felt the faintest tremor, as if something had exploded far off in the distance.
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