“I lived in the Elserealms most of my life. I visit Gaia. I’ve only been to Australia and America.”
“How are we going to travel? I don’t have a passport.” She couldn’t take a plane. Couldn’t even copy a page out of Nïx’s book and take a boat. Not that she could read Nïx’s book.
“We go via demon, finding one who’s been there. For a price, he’ll teleport us.” Rune crossed to her stash of cash. “For our journey.” He pocketed bills, leaving large gold coins in exchange.
“How do we find a demon?”
“They like to hang out at nymph coveys.”
“Naturally, the solution to our problem involves nymphs in some manner.” Rune was a one-trick pony. He reached for nymphs the way a gambling addict reached for dice. “What is the big deal with them?” At his disbelieving expression, she said, “We might value them differently where I come from.”
“The nymphs are hidden everywhere. If you have a secret conversation, don’t have it beside a tree, a rock, or a puddle, because a nymph could very well be within it.”
“The ones watching Val Hall for you are inside the oaks there?” It sounded as if they ghosted!
He nodded. “They’re Dryads, tree nymphs.”
“There are different kinds?”
“Yes, based on the elements. Since immortals first kept records, the Nymphae have remained neutral during Lorewide wars, fighting only to defend themselves. Their coveys are battle-free zones and draw every species of immortal, which means you can observe your enemies without worrying about death. Or you can find a demon who can trace you to another country.”
“You couldn’t sound more admiring.”
As if she hadn’t spoken, he continued, “Due to their neutrality, they live exceptionally long lives and grow very knowledgeable—that also means there are legions of them. Some say the coveys are the glue holding the Lore together.”
“Well, they certainly seem to stick to you.”
He gave her a thin smile. “We can swing by the Nephele covey.”
“Nephele?”
“Cloud nymphs. Their visitors are more interdimensional. But first we have to pinpoint a more precise location for Nïx, namely the highest place to get tea in China. Fire up your computer and Google it.” He frowned. “I can’t believe I just said that sentence.”
“Google?”
“I learned of it from—”
“Lemme guess. The nymphs?”
“A few of their patrons told me Google is like the Oracle of the Elserealms. If you ask the exact right question, you’ll be provided a suitable answer.”
Jo studied the frayed hem of her shirt. “I don’t have a computer. I pretty much shun technology.” She was deeply embarrassed by her illiteracy, and didn’t want Rune to find out about it before he’d fallen head over heels for her and all.
Again and again, Jo had imagined what would’ve happened if she’d taken MizB up on her offer of adoption, living with a freaking librarian, a wrangler of books.
Jo would be able to read. She wouldn’t have been shot in the face. Wouldn’t have been reborn.
Yet now she was beginning to think her transformation had been inevitable. Was it inevitable for Thad? The evidence mounted.
And if he was like Jo, how would MizB handle her precious son drinking blood?
Rune said, “If you don’t have a computer, then we’ll go to a library.”
Jo visited them often—alone. With Rune there, it would be the hardest place to disguise an inability to read. “Or we could head to an internet café near the local college.” Still dicey.
“Lead on.”
Outside the café, Jo watched Rune extricating himself from a throng of female admirers. Women had lined up to show him how to Google.
Jo had continually thought, I just got off with this guy. And yet he’d flashed each one his panty-melting grin.
With one girl’s help, they’d learned about Mount Hua, a towering mountain in China. Rune believed Nïx’s note referred to the tea house on Mount Hua’s soaring summit.
To reach it, one had to inch along a rickety patchwork of boards nailed to the sheer face of the mountain. The ascent was considered the world’s deadliest hike. Treacherous sections of the trail had names like Thousand-Foot Precipice, Sparrow Hawk Flipping Over, and Black Dragon Ridge.
Mortals fell to their deaths all the time. Jo was amped to travel to such an exotic and exciting place; Rune had seemed far less enthusiastic.
Now all they had to do was find a demon to get them to China.
Finally, Rune emerged. “Let’s get somewhere secluded so I can trace us.”
If she’d been alone, she would’ve disappeared in front of anybody. With a shrug, she strolled alongside him. “The guy who worked in the internet café knew tons about computers, but you chose a random coed to help us?” Jo would bet Rune didn’t play well with anyone who had a dick. She couldn’t picture him having a lot of guy buddies.
“The female mortal had sexual interest in me, and so was particularly motivated to help with my queries.”
“Do you always boil everything down to sex?”
He blinked at her. “When I want something from someone? Yes.”
Could she really expect anything different? Rune the Insatiable had used seduction as a weapon for ages. Still did.
Jo frowned up at him. Does he have ulterior motives for seducing me?
THIRTY-FIVE
The Nephele are close,” Rune said. He’d traced Jo to a meadow beneath a star-strewn sky.