Lair of Dreams (The Diviners #2) by Libba Bray Read Free Book Online Page A

any event precede her appearance?
    “Why do you disturb my rest?” Mrs. Lin demanded, snapping Ling back to the task at hand.
    “Auntie, I’ve come with a request from your granddaughter, Lee Fan. She can’t find the blue dress made for her in Shanghai and wondered if you might help her find it. She’s afraid of offending her aunt and uncle, and wishes—”
    “She isn’t afraid of offending anyone,” Mrs. Lin interrupted sharply.“Tell my granddaughter that I am not to be summoned for such trivial concerns and that if she cannot keep up with her things, I don’t know why she expects me to do so from beyond the grave.”
    Ling suppressed a smile. “Yes, Auntie. I will tell her.”
    “She is a foolish girl who—” Mrs. Lin cut off abruptly, her expression shifting from irritation to fear. “It isn’t safe,” she whispered, making Ling’s pulse quicken.
    “What do you mean, Auntie?” Ling asked. Already she was losing her connection to Lee Fan’s grandmother, who began to fade.
    The unseen machinery of the dreamscape lurched into motion, and Ling felt herself falling. She landed on a dirt road that seemed to stretch on forever. To her left, a swath of ripe wheat rippled like a burnished sea under a daytime sky. To her right stretched the long twilight expanse of the city, heavy with smoke and fog.
    “Hey! You there!”
    A sandy-haired boy wearing an old straw boater hat waved to Ling from the edge of the wheat field. Ling was so startled she couldn’t speak. This boy wasn’t a part of the dream.
    This boy saw her.
    He was awake—awake and walking, just like Ling. All of Ling’s scientific curiosity left her. For the first time on a walk, she was afraid.
    “Hey!” the boy shouted and moved toward her. And all Ling could hear in her head were the words of Lee Fan’s dead grandmother:
It isn’t safe.
    Ling turned and ran as fast as she could toward the city.

    “Wait!” Henry called, but the girl was swift. She folded into the fog of the city. Another walker! Henry had never come across anyone who could do what he did. He needed to catch up to this girl. He had to talk to her. Maybe she could help him find Louis somehow. Buildings appeared like dark handprints of paint against a primed canvas: apartment buildings, shops, and restaurants. The distant scaffolding of theelevated train. Banners lettered with Chinese characters rippled in the breeze. Henry knew this place. He was in Chinatown.
    He spied the girl standing in front of a restaurant with an upper balcony that reminded him a little of the houses on Bourbon Street. A neon sign blinked out THE TEA HOUSE .
    “Wait! Please!” Henry called as she again took off running, this time down an alley thick with fog.
    On the other side of the alley, the fog thinned. Henry whirled around, trying to get his bearings. He could just make out a line of ramshackle buildings hiding in the gloom. He didn’t see the other dream walker, nor did he see Louis.
    Henry was so frustrated he wanted to punch something. “Louis!” he screamed. “Where are you?”
    “What are you doing?”
    It was the girl, shouting at him. She was close enough that he could see the green of her eyes. She seemed both angry and frightened.
    “Get out of my dream! I don’t want you here!”
    “
Your
dream? Now, wait just a minute—” Henry moved toward the girl and she stumbled backward. On instinct, Henry grabbed hold of her arm to keep her from falling and was shocked when he made contact. Electrical sparks danced along their skin. With a yelp, Henry yanked his hand away, shaking it out. The air smelled strongly of ozone.
    Pop-pop-pop!
    Fireworks exploded over the rooftops, faint sketches of light. Sounds echoed on the cobblestone streets: The
clip-clop
of horses. The squeak of wooden wheels. Angry shouts and raucous laughter. Crowd noises. Ghostly figures moved inside the fog, too. It was as if the dream itself had been sleeping and now it was coming to life. And then, faintly,