by Nancy Werlin
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Lucy has only nine months in which to break an ancient curse.
Lucy Scarborough is seventeen when she discovers that the women of her family have been cursed through the generations, forced to attempt three seemingly impossible tasks or to fall into madness upon their child's birth. How can Lucy succeed when all of her ancestors have tried and failed? But Lucy is the first girl who won't be alone as she tackles the list. She has her fiercely protective foster parents beside her. And she has Zach, whose strength amazes her more each day. Do they have enough love and resolve to overcome an age-old evil?
Inspired by the ballad "Scarborough Fair," this spellbinding novel combines suspense, fantasy, and romance for an intensely page-turning and masterfully original tale.
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Impossible
A NOVEL
Nancy Werlin
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Werlin, Nancy.
Impossible : a novel / Nancy Werlin.
p. cm.
Summary: When seventeen-year-old Lucy discovers her family is under an ancient curse by an evil Elfin Knight, she realizes to break the curse she must perform three impossible tasks before her daughter is born in order to save them both.
ISBN 978-0-8037-3002-1
[1. Magic—Fiction. 2. Elves—Fiction. 3. Pregnancy—Fiction. 4.Teenage mothers—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.W4713Im 2008[Fic]—dc222008006633
Also by Nancy Werlin
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Double Helix
The Killer's Cousin
Locked Inside
The Rules of Survival
For my mother
Elaine Sylvia Romotsky Werlin
with love
The Elfin Knight
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She must be a true love of mine
Tell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bed
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell her I swear she'll have nothing to dread
She must be a true love of mine
Tell her tomorrow her answer make known
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
What e'er she may say I'll not leave her alone
She must be a true love of mine
Her answer it came in a week and a day
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
I'm sorry, good sir, I must answer thee nay
I'll not be a true love of thine
From the sting of my curse she can never be free
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Unless she unravels my riddlings three
She will be a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or needlework
Else she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Else she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
Else she'll be a true love of mine
And her daughters forever possessions of mine
PROLOGUE
On the evening of Lucy Scarborough's seventh birthday, after the biggest party the neighborhood had seen since, well, Lucy's sixth birthday, Lucy got one last unexpected gift. It was a handwritten letter from her mother—her real mother, Miranda. It was not a birthday letter, or at least, not one in the usual sense. It was a letter from the past, written by Miranda to her daughter before Lucy was born, and it had been hidden in the hope that Lucy would find it in time for it to help her.
It would be many years, however, before Lucy would have a prayer of understanding this. It was typical of Miranda Scarborough's terrible luck that her daughter would discover much too early the letter she had left for her. At seven, Lucy barely knew of Miranda's existence and didn't miss even the idea of her, because she had a perfectly wonderful substitute mother, and father too. She did not even know that, once upon a time before she was born, her mother had slept for a few months in the same bedroom that today belonged to Lucy.
So, when Lucy found the hidden letter, she was not capable of recognizing who it was from or that it was a letter at all.
Lucy had been in the process of taking possession of the bottom shelf of the built-in bookcase in her bedroom. Previously, the shelf had been crammed tight with books belonging to her foster mother. "Overflow storage," Soledad Markowitz called it. And recently, she had said to Lucy. "I stuffed my college books in there when we first moved into this house, when your bedroom was a spare room. One day soon I'll move them down to the basement office so you can have that space for your things."
One day soon had not yet arrived, however, and so Lucy had decided to take care of it herself. Her birthday—although it had not included the longed-for present of a little black poodle puppy—had brought her many books, including Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and a complete set of The Chronicles of Narnia, and she wanted to arrange them all perfectly to wait for the day when she would be old enough to read them by herself.
It was only after Lucy had gotten all of Soledad's books out of the bookshelf that she noticed the bottom shelf was not quite steady. A moment later, she discovered it could be lifted completely away to reveal three shallow inches of dusty, secret space between the bottom shelf and the floor.
At seventeen, rediscovering the secret space. Lucy would see what she did not see at seven: The nails that originally held the shelf in place had been painstakingly pried out. Then she would understand that Miranda had done this. But at seven, all Lucy knew or cared about was that she had found a secret compartment. An actual secret compartment!
Lucy leaned in to see better, and then felt around inside with both hands. The only thing she found, besides dust, was a sheaf of yellowing paper covered with tiny handwriting.
She p
ulled the pages out and fanned them in her hands. They were not very exciting to her, although the pages did have a ragged edge, as if they had been ripped out of a book, which was somewhat interesting. But the handwriting on the pages was faded, and it was also so small and cramped and tight that it would have been hard to read even if Lucy was accustomed to cursive. Which she wasn't.
She had a moment of frustration. Why couldn't whoever had written the words on the pages have typed them on a computer and printed them out, like a sensible person?
Then she had an idea. It could be that the pages were really old. They might even be from before there were computers. Maybe the pages were ancient, and maybe also the words on them were magical spells. That would explain why they had been hidden. And it would mean that she had found a treasure in her secret compartment after all.
She wanted this to be true for good reason. If Lucy really did have a secret compartment, and magical spells, she already knew what she wanted to do with them.
In fact, it almost felt like an emergency.
Lucy sorted through her pile of birthday presents until she found the one from her oldest friend. Zach Greenfield, who lived next door. It was a Red Sox T-shirt that he had claimed, today at the party, to have bought for her with his own money. On the back, above the number eight, it said "Yastrzemski." Even Red Sox fan in Boston knew the name, even if they weren't sure how to spell it. Lucy had been touched at first with the gift. Yaz was one of the players from the past that Zach just loved.
The problem was that the T-shirt was an adult medium, too big for Lucy to wear, which meant Zach wasn't really paying attention to her, only pretending to. Or even, possibly, that he had gotten it for himself (Zach wore his T-shirts large), and decided to give it to Lucy at the last minute, because he'd forgotten about her birthday.
Lucy, despite her willingness to believe in magic spells, was mostly a realistic child, so she believed this was probably the case. Lately, Zach had been busy with his other friends, the ones who were closer to his age, which was nine and a half. He had not played with Lucy much at all, and at school, he hardly even said hello.
Which hurt.
Filled with a sense of magical possibility, Lucy folded the T-shirt carefully and laid it down on the floor inside the secret compartment. Then she picked up the sheaf of pages with the cramped writing on them, and, by concentrating, managed to sound out a sentence located about halfway down the first page. The ink in which this sentence had been written was a little darker than the rest, as if the person writing had pressed down hard with the pen. Lucy decided that this sentence would be enough to start the magic. It would have to be, because she wasn't up to reading more. And, she told herself, it wasn't cheating to include only one sentence, because it wasn't as if it was a short sentence.
She read it out loud, softly, not sure she was pronouncing all the words correctly, and quite sure she didn't understand them.
"I look in the mirror now and see my mother and I am so afraid you will end like us: doomed, cursed … all sorts of melodramatic, ridiculous, but true things."
Saying the sentence out loud gave Lucy a distinctly unpleasant feeling. She had an impulse to call her foster parents to look at the pages and the secret compartment.
Everything would have been different if Lucy had done that.
Or possibly not.
She didn't, in the end. She wanted the magic too badly. Instead, Lucy added her own magic words: "Abracadabra! Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo! Yastrzemski!" She tucked the handwritten pages into a fold of the T-shirt inside the secret compartment. Then she put the shelf back in place on top, and arranged her new books on the shelf just as she had originally planned.
The magic spell would work, she knew it. Even if she had not said the words right, or had selected the wrong sentence to read out loud, the magical pages were inside the T-shirt, touching it, so they would do their job. Plus, she would be patient. She would not expect Zach to change back overnight. But once she was old enough to wear the T-shirt he had given her. Zach would remember to be her friend again.
She planned how she would check the magic compartment on her next birthday. She would try on the shirt. Maybe by then, she would be able to read the entire magical spell.
But by the time her eighth birthday arrived. Lucy had forgotten all about the secret compartment and the T-shirt, and about the mysterious papers with the faded, tight, urgent handwriting. She would be seventeen, and in deep trouble, before she remembered.
CHAPTER 1
Ten minutes after the last class of the day. Lucy got a text message from her best friend. Sarah Hebert "Need u," it said.
"2 mins," Lucy texted back. She sighed. Then she hefted her backpack and headed to the girls' locker room, where, she knew. Sarah would be. Nothing and nobody, not even Jeff Mundy, got in the way of track practice.
Because of course this problem of Sarah's would be about Jeff. Lucy had seen him at lunch period, leaning flirtatiously over an adorable freshman girl. Maybe this time Sarah would have had it with him for good. Lucy hoped so.
But still, it was delicate. And it wasn't like Lucy had a lot of experience to guide her friend with. Or any, really, if you didn't count Gray Spencer, which you couldn't, not yet. anyway. No, she didn't have experience. Lucy thought fiercely, but she did have years of understanding about who, exactly, Sarah was and what made her happy. And also, frankly, some basic common sense.
Which Sarah had totally lost.
Lucy found Sarah already changed and sitting on a bench by Lucy's locker. "Are you all right?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah. It's just—it's not Jeff, it's me. I'm the one with the problem." Sarah made a little motion with her hand. "But now we have to 20 to practice."
Lucy put an arm around her and squeezed. "There'll be plenty of time to talk later if you want."
Sarah nodded and tried to smile.
Lucy turned to change. Then they walked out together toward the school's track, moving to the infield to stretch. Lucy's practice routine as a hurdler was different from Sarah's distance training, but they always did as much together as they could.
When they were side by side doing leg stretches. Sarah was finally able to talk. Lucy listened patiently to all of it, even the parts she'd heard many times before. But when Sarah said, "We both agreed from the start that we weren't serious and Jeff's right that it truly is my problem that I'm so jealous, not his, because he's not doing anything wrong." Lucy couldn't help herself. She cut in.
"Sarah, please. It's not a problem that you want something more serious than Jeff does. There's nothing wrong with you that you want that! And there's also nothing wrong that he doesn't. Can't you see? It's just that you're fundamentally incompatible. You should just say so and move on."
"But I don't want to move on! He's such fun and so smart and good-looking and I just love him and if I could only control the way I feel when—"
"Then be his friend. But that's it. For more, look around for somebody who's not going to hurt you all the time. Even if Jeff doesn't mean to hurt you, it's still pain, right?" Lucy grabbed one foot, and, standing on the other leg, pulled the foot behind her to stretch her quad muscles. She decided not to say that Jeff knew perfectly well he was hurting Sarah, and didn't care, so long as he got to do what he wanted to do, which included being with Sarah whenever he felt like it.
Sarah was silent for a minute, concentrating on her own quad stretch. Then she said, "Lucy, I don't think you understand. I can't really control how I feel. I can't just look around for somebody else. I want what I want. Who I want."
Lacy switched legs. She chose her words carefully. "But this is hurting you so much. It can't be right."
"Love hurts," said Sarah simply. "That's okay. It's supposed to."
"I don't believe it," Lucy said. "Look at Soledad and Leo."
"People who've been married umpteen years like your foster parents are different," said Sarah impatiently. "When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncer
tain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts."
Lucy got down on the ground, stretched her legs to each side, and began pressing her head and torso out to the left "I don't know." As she switched to the right side, she found that Sarah had gotten down too, and was looking her in the face from three inches away.
"Lucy, look. You can't just make a list of what qualities would be compatible for you and pick somebody based on that. You have to, well, consult your heart. And if love doesn't hurt sometimes, well, then." Sarah actually put a hand over her heart. "Then maybe you don't truly care."
"Oh, please!" Lucy sat up. "Can't you consult both your heart and your head? Shouldn't they be in agreement? And, also, I'm telling you, I continue to not like the pain thing. Continued pain is a signal to the body that there's something wrong, not right."
"But we're talking about the heart, not the body."
"Why should that be different? Pain is to be avoided."
At this, Sarah laughed. "Really? That's your philosophy? Tell me that after practice today."
Lucy went to the left on her stretch again. "I don't like interval training! I just do it. Anyway, that's not the same kind of pain, and you know it."
It was good to hear Sarah laugh, she thought, even though she knew that the abrupt change of subject meant that Sarah was done, wanted no more advice, and would, no doubt, go right on breaking her heart over Jeff Mundy.
Well, all right Lucy had said what she had to say. And she would say it again if and when she was asked.
Or possibly even if she wasn't asked.
Sarah, who was done with her stretching, stood up. "Listen. Lucy. Now that you've got this kind-of-sort-of-maybe dating thing about to happen with Gray Spencer, with the prom and all. I'm thinking that pretty soon you'll start to see what I'm talking about."