In fact, Alizeh had always been set apart from the other Jinn she’d known, for she’d been strange even among her own kind. It was only her blood that ran clear; only her body that healed itself; only she who could withstand the blaze of a fire. Her Book of Arya, too, was an enchanted object—one that came alive only in her hands. Alizeh looked up at her friends; everyone was studying her warily. This time, she really needed to sit down.
