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The School for Good and Evil. Soman Chainani
Читать онлайн.Название The School for Good and Evil
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isbn 9780007492947
Автор произведения Soman Chainani
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия The School for Good and Evil
Издательство HarperCollins
Wolves eat turnips? With forks?
But there was something else odd on the wolves’ plates.
Fairies, scavenging food from the beasts.
Sophie’s eye widened in shock.
A cute boy fairy glanced up at her. He sees me! Clasping her hands, Sophie mouthed “Help!” through the glass. The fairy boy smiled with understanding, and whispered in a wolf’s ear. The wolf looked up at Sophie, and shattered her eyehole with a savage kick. Sophie stumbled back, hearing a chorus of airy giggles and growling laughs.
The fairies had no intention of rescuing her.
Sophie’s whole body shook, about to explode into sobs. Then she heard a throat clear and turned.
Three girls gaped with identically confused expressions.
“What do you mean you ‘don’t come from the woods’?” said Hester.
Sophie was in no state to answer dumb questions, but now these goons were her only hope to find the School Master.
“I come from Gavaldon,” she said, stifling tears. “You three seem to know a lot about this place, so I’d be thankful if you could tell me wher—”
“Is that near the Murmuring Mountains?” asked Dot.
“Only Nevers live in the Murmuring Mountains, you fool,” Hester groused.
“Near Rainbow Gale, I bet,” said Anadil. “That’s where the most annoying Evers come from.”
“Sorry, I’m lost already,” Sophie frowned. “Evers? Nevers?”
“A sheltered Rapunzel locked-in-a-tower type,” Anadil said. “Explains everything.”
“Evers are what we call Good-doers, love,” Dot said to Sophie. “You know, all their nonsense about finding Happily Ever After.”
“So that makes you ‘Nevers’?” said Sophie, remembering the lettered columns in the stair room.
“Short for ‘Nevermore,’” Hester revealed. “Paradise for Evildoers. We’ll have infinite power in Nevermore.”
“Control time and space,” said Anadil.
“Take new forms,” said Hester.
“Splinter our souls.”
“Conquer death.”
“Only the wickedest villains get in,” said Anadil.
“And the best part,” said Hester. “No other people. Each villain gets their own private kingdom.”
“Eternal solitude,” said Anadil.
“Sounds like misery,” said Sophie.
“Other people are misery,” said Hester.
“Agatha would love it here,” Sophie murmured.
“Gavaldon . . . is that by Pifflepaff Hills?” Dot said airily.
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes, it’s not near anything,” Sophie moaned. She held up her schedule, “SOPHIE OF WOODS BEYOND” at its top. “Gavaldon’s beyond the woods. Surrounded by it on all sides.”
“Woods Beyond?” said Hester.
“Who’s your king?” asked Dot.
“We don’t have a king,” Sophie said.
“Who’s your mother?” asked Anadil.
“She’s dead,” Sophie said.
“And your father?” asked Dot.
“He’s a mill worker. These questions are quite personal—”
“And what fairy-tale family is he from?” Anadil asked.
“And now they’re just plain odd. No one’s family is a fairy tale. He’s from a normal family with normal faults. Like every one of your fathers.”
“I knew it,” Hester said to Anadil.
“Knew what?” said Sophie.
“Readers are the only ones this stupid,” Anadil said to Hester.
Sophie’s skin burned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not the stupid one if I’m the only person here who can read, so why don’t you look in the mirror, that is if you could actually find one—”
Reader.
Why didn’t anyone here seem homesick? Why did they all swim towards the wolves in the moat instead of fleeing for their lives? Why didn’t they cry for their mothers or try to escape the snakes at the gate? Why did they all know so much about this school?
“What fairy-tale family is he from?”
Sophie’s eyes found Hester’s nightstand. Next to a vase of dead flowers, a claw-shaped candle, and a stack of books—Outsmarting Orphans, Why Villains Fail, Frequent Witch Mistakes—was a knurled wooden picture frame. Inside was a child’s clumsy painting of a grotesque witch in front of a house.
A house made of gingerbread and candy.
“Mother was naive,” said Hester, picking up the frame. Her face struggled with the memory. “An oven? Please. Stick them on a grill. Avoids complications.” Her jaw hardened. “I’ll do better.”
Sophie’s eyes shifted to Anadil and her stomach plummeted. Her favorite storybook ended with a witch rolled in a barrel of nails until all that remained was her bracelet made of little boys’ bones. Now that bracelet was clasped on her roommate’s wrist.
“Does know her witches, doesn’t she,” Anadil leered. “Granny would be flattered.”
Sophie whirled to a poster above Dot’s bed. A handsome man in green screaming as an executioner’s axe sliced into his head.
WANTED:
ROBIN HOOD
Dead or Alive (Preferably Dead)
By Order of Sheriff of Nottingham
“Daddy promised to let me have first swing,” Dot said.
Sophie looked at her three bunk mates in horror.
They didn’t need to read the fairy tales. They came from them.
They were born to kill.
“A princess and a Reader,” Hester said. “The two worst things a human can be.”
“Even the Evers don’t want her,” said Anadil. “Or the fairies would have come by now.”
“But they have to come!” Sophie cried. “I’m Good!”
“Well, you’re stuck here, dearie,” Hester said, plumping Sophie’s pillow with a kick. “So if you want to stay alive, best try to fit in.”
Fit in with witches! Fit in with cannibals!
“No! Listen to me!” Sophie begged. “I’m Good!”
“You keep saying that.” In a flash, Hester seized her by the throat and pinned her over the open window. “And yet there’s no proof.”
“I donate corsets to homeless hags! I go to church every Sunday!” Sophie howled above the fatal drop.
“Mmm, no sign of fairy godmother,” Hester said. “Try again.”
“I smile at children! I sing to birds!” Sophie choked. “I can’t breathe!”
“No sign of Prince Charming either,” said Anadil, grabbing her legs. “Last chance.”
“I made friends with a witch! That’s