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384 pages, Hardcover
First published April 21, 2015
he deepening of my olive skin, the angling of my cheekbones, the lengthening of my torso.
I lay a finger on the bangle and push, watching it spin around my wrist. Somehow this thing stimulates my body to reach full maturity. As an inherently attractive species, this tends to make us Jinn … well, hot.
I pull on the white jeans I bought for my first day. They are now cropped pants. About to lengthen them, I channel my inner Hana and fashion them into shorts.Magically make wine apparate!
Four wineglasses swoop into the room, landing underneath the bottle of wine just as the cork shoots out of the neck. The red liquid flows in an arc into the suspended stemware.
In my hand is a fake ID.And do their homework. Because edumacation!
“You guys made these?” she says. “With magic?”
“I haven’t done homework since the day I turned sixteen,” Mina says with pride. She nods to me. “I can teach you if you want.”Who needs to lrean to wread or rite wehn u can magcalyi makee money out of thin air, rite?!??!?!one!
I crawl out of bed and shed my pajamas, dropping them on top of the drill. Of course the black tank top I pull over my head and down my newly elongated torso is too short. As I move, the hem plays a game of peekaboo with my belly button, an unintentional homage to the midriff-baring genies of fairy tales and fantasies.I'm not fucking kidding. They're hot. They're stunning. They're breathingly gorgeous. Did I mention they're really hot?
I used to think the Afrit were huge fans of that silly old TV show and decided humans deserved their genies sexed up: lipstick-wearing, midriff-baring, cleavage-daring.It's a damned good thing they've got their looks because they're completely fucking useless otherwise without their beauty and their magic.
But the attractiveness of our species is simply genetic.
Being Jinn has allowed my mother to see the world. Traveling to even the farthest reaches is only a matter of a blink and a nod for Jinn.They can power their everyday with magic. Money is not an issue.
For the rest of my life, I’ll go where I’m told, perform on command, and do it all without question.Oh, honey. It's called a job. Get the fuck used to it.
He groans. “Don’t tell me vampires exist.”
“Not as far as I know. But what’s wrong with vampires?”
Henry squints and issues a decent brooding stare. “They’re leeches. I’ll never understand what you girls see in them.” He widens his eyes. “Wait, you are a girl, aren’t you?”
“A Jinn girl.”
“Same but not. Different species.”
“Really?” He shakes his head and chlorinated water flies at my nose. “Like snakes or baboons? Cool.” (p. 169)