A Forgery of Fate

by Elizabeth Lim

“Fortune finds those who leap.”

“Don’t you dare get yourself killed,” Fal said in my ear. “Or every Ghost Festival day, I’ll send you bland noodles with no spice. That’ll be all you get to eat in the afterlife.” “The worst fate,”

“If you don’t come,” I said, twisting off my ring, “I’m going to grill your opal over the fire. See how you like sleeping on coals.” “Manipulative and extortionate.” Shani’s mouth quirked. “I respect it.”