A Dead Djinn in Cairo (Dead Djinn Universe, #0.1)

by P. Djèlí Clark

He jutted a shaved round chin at the dead djinn’s naked penis: a midnight-blue thing that hung near to the knee. “I’ve seen full-grown cobras that were smaller. A man can’t help but feel jealous, with that staring him in the face.”

“We kept them out, thanks to the djinn. Sent them running back to their cold, dreary little island. So why dress like them?”

She glanced at the woman with the dagger, who only winked.

That had to be the most sacrilegious thing she’d ever heard.