by Emma Holly
Tales of the Djinn: The City of Endless Night
Tales of the Djinn, Volume 4
Emma Holly
Published by Emma Holly, 2017.
Tales of the Djinn: The City of Endless Night
Emma Holly
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Tales of the Djinn: The City of Endless Night is an approximately 90,000-word novel.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Disclaimer
The City Of Endless Night
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Hidden Talents: Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
Other Titles by Emma Holly
The City Of Endless Night
When your boyfriend is a real live angel other men can’t compete
AMATEUR MAGICIAN GEORGIE swears this is true . . . until she and Connor leave everything they know to save the genie world. That’s where she discovers angels don’t have a monopoly on sex appeal.
Sultan Iksander would rather lose his smoke than fall for Georgie, no matter how smart and brave she is. The human race are rivals to genie kind—and angels are just traitors! Rescuing his people is what’s important, not getting tangled up in love triangles.
Only Connor believes in their chances for happiness. This angel knows love is worth fighting for, whatever form it takes.
Book 4 in the Tales of the Djinn
Praise for the Djinn series
“FANTASTIC! [T]his may be the best thing she has written to date . . . an epic tale of romantic fantasy.”—In My Humble Opinion
“Addictive . . . should not be missed!”—Long and Short Reviews
Prologue
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Previously in the Tales of the Djinn
A SUN THE SIZE OF A soccer ball floated in the center of the doorframe Georgie had spelled into being. She stood in her childhood bedroom, her beat-up demolition boots planted firmly on oak floorboards. Assertive stance notwithstanding, she couldn’t deny being disconcerted by her success. As a human, she had a small gift for magic: to see things other people didn’t and devise simple rituals. This spell owed its existence to the expertise of an imp. Georgie only sketched out the final strokes. Still, the enchanted portal clearly accessed another realm. Cold air gusted toward her, carrying the strong scent of sodden stone. Nose wrinkling at the smell, she made out a large, dimly lit building. Immense granite arches disappeared in darkness high overhead. Water dripped, but the puddles scattered on the worn floor were ice.
The space felt monolithic but also industrial.
Directly ahead, a pair of towering arches framed a distant nighttime metropolis. Tiny lights shone from countless windows, the cityscape gently rising and dipping. Gleaming silver domes marked the highest points. Some reminded Georgie of cathedrals, others the onion-topped buildings of Russia. The sky above them was clear and star-strewn, the white snake of the frozen river indicating a fresh snowfall.
The beauty of Luna’s capital shocked her. Given the Empress's evil nature, shouldn’t it resemble a pit of hell?
Georgie didn’t voice the thought. She wasn’t alone here—or exclusively among friends. Actually, her boyfriend Connor was her only friend for sure. The rest who’d helped or watched her create the door were djinn. They were mainly dark genies or ifrits. The single light djinni, Iksander, was the distractingly handsome leader of a place he called the Glorious City. That morning, Georgie and Connor saved his life . . . which she guessed meant they were allies.
To call them friends would be stretching it.
The seven demons were a motley bunch, ranging from the bespectacled gargoyle who’d designed the door spell to three hulking bodyguards. Curious to check her results, their blue-scaled captain stepped closer to her side. Many masters, the last of which had been Georgie’s foster caretaker, had enslaved Taytoch and his crew. Luna was gone now, banished by a wish Georgie hadn’t known she had the power to make. The world Taytoch gazed into was closer to his home than he’d been in a century. Satisfaction flickered into his snakelike face.
“Excellent,” he said. “You’ve connected your door to the spot we hoped. That’s the abandoned power plant.”
“In the Neva District?” Sultan Iksander asked, apparently having heard of it.
“Yes. It’s been decommissioned. The new facility in Hodensk is more efficient.”
“Well, the door looks sound.” The attractive sultan leaned in to peer at it, his wavy golden hair tied back in a thick long tail. “Why don’t you take your crew through first?”
“We’ve played no tricks here,” the demon said haughtily.
Iksander smiled, unwilling to take the ifrit’s word. “Nonetheless. We’ll wait to see you pass safely.”
Despite acting insulted, Taytoch chose one of his foot soldiers to go first. As the ifrit crossed the threshold, the image within the doorframe rippled like a watery skin he was pushing through. Contrary to Georgie’s expectations, the demon didn’t immediately show up on the other side. Weirdly, it took a few seconds before the scene inside the door refreshed. Then they saw him standing beneath the arches, looking stolidly back at them.
“It worked!” Georgie exclaimed, which caused her boyfriend to squeeze her arm and smile. Connor’s blue eyes twinkled, their dreamy hue a hint of his true nature. He was a literal angel—not fallen, he swore, just experiencing life in a more material fashion than when he’d been a shining star out in the cosmos. Though Georgie was no saint, Connor was her best friend. He was her heart and joy, the most loving being she knew. No matter what, he always wanted the best for her.
His unshakable faith enabled her to accomplish what little magic she had thus far.
Whether Taytoch appreciated this she didn’t know. Good genies weren’t on the best terms with angels—and never mind dark ifrits like him. Though all djinn believed in a creator, th
ey didn’t necessarily trust God’s divine servants.
Whatever the demon thought on the topic, he sent his remaining bodyguards through the portal, laboriously dragging Luna’s amphorae bags with them. Though heavy, the numerous brass containers couldn’t be left behind. Filled with life energy the empress had stolen from dying humans, they’d be crucial to powering the next door Taytoch’s crew needed to navigate.
As Georgie understood it, traveling in the djinn dimension was like riding the subway. Sometimes, to get where you wanted, you had to switch train lines. The ifrits’ next transfer point was in their former captor’s metropolis.
Taytoch’s valet-demon Fariel followed the bodyguards through the door. The female Pink went next, and finally Ishmael the library imp. Each appeared on the other side after the same delay. Once the imp arrived, he offered Georgie two thumbs up plus a congratulatory grin—which Georgie thought was nice of him. Of all Taytoch’s crew, Georgie knew and liked the cute gargoyle best. No doubt disapproving of their interspecies fondness, Taytoch rolled deep red eyes.
“See you on the other side,” he said and stepped briskly through himself.
His departure left Georgie, Connor, and Iksander alone in her old bedroom. Somewhat prepared for the trip, she and Connor donned winter coats and hauled on supply backpacks. The sultan wore a coat already but he zipped it.
The sound was uncomfortably suggestive, reminding her of a kiss they'd shared earlier. That had been the result of heightened emotions: hers at leaving everything she knew to help him return home, his at having to rely on a human who too closely resembled his murdered wife. Georgie couldn’t deny Iksander was handsome, or that the situation he hoped to resolve in his city was desperately pitiable. Pity aside, the sultan was no Connor, who was plenty attractive in his own right. Sexy, considerate, sweet right down to his bones, being true to him was no sacrifice.
More like a piece of cake, she assured herself.
The realization steadied her enough to focus on the hurdle in front of her.
“I guess we’re next,” she said, her pulse kicking higher with tension.
The sultan noticed she was nervous.
“We can hold hands, if you like,” he said, surprising her. “From what I’ve seen of your abilities, I’m sure you’d make it fine by yourself. The only challenge is that the first trip through a portal is nerve-wracking.”
Georgie debated but, truly, when it came to being sucked into a new reality, did it make sense to turn him down?
“I’m not too proud to accept your offer,” she admitted.
As she gripped his hand, she pushed aside her awareness that his fingers were strong and warm.
“Hold mine too,” Connor teased, though he least of all was prone to anxiety. Unless he were feeling concern for her, he barely knew what fear was.
Georgie squeezed his hand as well. Without warning, a laugh bubbled out of her. She had an angel on one side and a genie on the other. It should have been the start of a cheesy joke, but the two men’s grips felt bizarrely right. Her reaction wasn’t hysteria. When she weighed her emotion, she realized her blood fizzed with happiness.
“What’s funny?” Iksander asked.
She was too giddy not to answer. “Me doing this with the pair of you. I ought to be terrified. Instead, I feel as if I’m about to live the craziest, most wonderful part of my life yet.”
Connor beamed. Her joy was a joy to him. “I love seeing you like this, Georgie. Coming into your power. Being who you really are.”
Was that what she was doing? She didn’t know, but evidently her elation was infectious. The sultan’s eyes gleamed as he chuckled. When their light warmed her deep inside, fighting the effect seemed pointless.
“Come,” Iksander said, tugging her and Connor toward the door. “I’ve seen your world. Now let me show you mine.”
Chapter One
BREACHING THE BARRIER that skinned the portal was like pushing through a combination of clammy Jell-O and prickly electric current. Instinctively, Georgie sucked in and held a breath. A second later, she didn’t have breath to hold. Everything disappeared: light, sound, even physical sensation. No hands clasped hers. No angel. No djinni. Panic seized her dimly, as if her brain were blurred. Was she spinning? Falling? Was she even alive?
Connor! she thought.
You’re all right, someone said. She couldn’t tell who it was. For all she knew, she was talking to herself.
I’m all right, she thought, in case she actually was alone and had no one else to count on. I’m—
She reappeared, abruptly so solid in her body she felt twice her normal weight. Her backpack had made it through the portal too, and its continued forward motion unbalanced her. Her knees smacked the ground, making her glad she’d chosen heavier traveling clothes. She’d have ripped anything less substantial than her black buckled leather pants. Connor and Iksander caught her from either side, their tandem grips preventing her from pitching onto her face.
Neither man was unsteady from the journey. Not surprisingly, Iksander released her first.
“Whew!” Connor said as if he’d found the trip exciting. “You okay, Georgie?”
His grin of enjoyment was impossible not to respond to.
“I think so,” she said, smiling back. Her heart pounded crazily in her chest. She gazed around. Behind them, the door they’d come through seemed to have disappeared, its charge exhausted by the many travelers who’d just used it. Iksander glanced at the spot and nodded, so perhaps he sensed some remnant. Either way, she couldn’t fret over it too much. Their surroundings were interesting. Their scattered group stood on a broad covered portico. To her left was the abandoned power plant, the walls of which were black and featureless and curved. The giant columns she’d noted earlier didn’t block the arctic cold. Her breath came out in clouds, her muscles already shivering. Only the hand Connor held was warm. “This place is realer than I expected.”
“Of course it’s real,” Captain Taytoch snapped. “As is our impatience to return home at long last.”
Taytoch’s tetchiness would have stung if Georgie hadn’t wanted the demons safely off her hands. Back in her dimension, they’d have too many opportunities to cause trouble. Knowing how Luna treated them—no pay, no respect, not even a guarantee of their lives—reminded her to be tolerant.
“I understand,” she said. “Do you want to go to the transfer point right away? I’m happy to help you unlock it if you’re ready to show me how.”
“It’s this way,” he said, striding off abruptly.
Georgie wondered if he’d expected—or maybe wanted—her to argue. She bit back a smile as, caught by surprise, his crew jerked into motion to follow him. The bags the bodyguards were dragging clanked over the granite floor.
“Mind the ice,” her buddy Ishmael called cheerily over his shoulder. “Feet without claws can slip.”
Iksander hissed as his skidded, despite wearing sturdy work boots the same as her and Connor. Georgie recalled that his Glorious City was warm year-round, more Miami than Moscow. The sultan’s scowl didn’t lessen as Taytoch led them off the portico and down an incline of knee-deep snow. Georgie wasn’t used to that herself. Virginia had the white stuff, of course, especially the Blue Ridge area where she lived. This, however, was snow on steroids. She had to drive her feet hard into the drifts to break the crust on top.
On the bright side, the exertion warmed her up.
A few tramps later, Connor jolted to a halt.
“Look how beautiful!” he exclaimed, gesturing toward the sky. “The stars are even brighter than in Black Bear.”
The small town she and Connor hailed from didn’t suck for stargazing, but these skies were astonishing. Milky swaths of uncountable twinkling diamonds festooned the ebony void, like she’d only seen in photographs taken by fancy telescopes. Despite the urgency of their errand, she stopped in her tracks and gaped.
Possibly because he needed to catch his breath, Iksander paused as well.
“We’re above the reach of the city lights,” he explained. “And djinn don’t have pollution like humans.”
Being able to make the comment seemed to improve his mood. The sultan was a proud man. He’d been thrust into her world alone, stripped of the privileges he was used to, and forced to live under circumstances humble enough to be degrading. Though she hadn’t heard him complain, she suspected he enjoyed feeling superior again.
Taytoch didn’t appreciate their dawdling.
“Could we get on with this?” he called from ahead, his voice low but carrying. “Perhaps before some other ass-wipe sorceress senses our presence and tries to makes us her prize? There are only four million practitioners of the unnatural arts down there.”
Four million, Georgie thought. That was a big city.
“Sorry,” Connor said, the grin he flashed contradicting his repentance. “We’ll hurry now. Promise.”
They did hurry, and caught up at a flat outcrop shielded from the city’s view by a scattering of evergreens. The valet-demon Fariel, whose main work for Luna had involved magically stealing luxuries off the internet, was waving his arms and spelling snow off the ground as efficiently as a snow blower. The removal of the frigid blanket revealed a five-foot-wide manhole. The cover wasn’t iron—to which djinn were allergic—but slightly tarnished embossed silver.
“This is the spot,” Fariel said once the space was clear. The valet sounded excited, and he wasn’t the only one. The girl demon Pink was biting her thumb and bouncing on her feet. Georgie supposed all Taytoch’s crew were looking forward to going home again.
With Connor’s help, she climbed the long step up onto the square platform.
“What do I do?” she asked Taytoch.
The question seemed to dismay him. “That’s up to you. Luna set the lock that sealed this transfer point to our world, to prevent us from escaping. Normally, only she could remove it. Because you’re human, your magic outranks hers.”