I need to hide from the dragons!
Right. You're practically invisible. Just a floating head.
I have my emergency kit. If anything attacks, I can scare it away with my gear.
With rubber bands?
I have a whistle. I have a mirror. I have a cigarette lighter. I have firecrackers. They'll think I'm a wizard.
Do you really believe that?
And I have this. He pulled out the little skull in the crystal globe from Grandpa's desk. That should make them think twice.
A skull the size of a peanut?
There probably aren't even any monsters, Seth said.
What makes you think Grandpa's telling the truth this time?
I don't know, maybe the fairies?
Well, good job. You blew it. Congratulate yourself. I can't go now.
I'm going to blow it every time. Not to be a jerk, but because you could really get hurt.
Seth kicked a stone, sending it skidding into the woods. What am I supposed to do now?
How about exploring the enormous garden full of fairies?
I already did. I can't catch them.
Not to catch them. To look at magical creatures that nobody else even knows exist. Come on.
He reluctantly joined her.
Oh, look, another fairy, he mumbled. Now I've seen a million.
Don't forget to put the skull back.
When they responded to the call for dinner, a stranger sat at the table along with Grandpa and Dale. The stranger stood when they entered. He was taller than Grandpa and much broader, with curly brown hair. The layers of furry skins he wore made him look like a mountain man. He was missing the bottom of one earlobe.
Kids, this is Maddox Fisk, Grandpa said. Maddox, meet my grandchildren, Kendra and Seth. Kendra shook the man's calloused, thick-fingered hand.
Do you work here too? Seth asked.
Maddox is a fairy broker, Grandpa said.
Among other things, Maddox added. Call fairies my specialty.
You sell fairies? Kendra asked, taking a seat.
Trap them, buy them, trade them, sell them. All of the above.
How do you trap them? Seth asked.
A man has to keep his trade secrets private, Maddox said, taking a bite of pork roast. Let me tell you, apprehending a fairy is no easy task. Slippery critters. The trick usually involves appealing to their vanity. Even then, takes quite a bit of know-how.
Could you use an apprentice? Seth inquired.
Hold that thought about six years. Maddox winked at Kendra.
Who buys fairies? Kendra asked.
Folks who run preserves, like your granddad. A few private collectors. Other brokers.
Are there lots of preserves? Seth asked.
Dozens, Maddox replied. They're on all seven continents.
Even Antarctica? Kendra asked.
Two in Antarctica, although one is underground.
Harsh environment. Perfect for certain species, though.
Kendra swallowed a bite of pork. What keeps people from discovering the sanctuaries?
There has been a worldwide network of dedicated people keeping the preserves secret for thousands of years, Grandpa said. They are backed by ancient fortunes, held in trust. Bribes get paid. Locations are changed when necessary.
Helps that most folks are unable to see the little critters, Maddox said. With the right licenses, you can get butterflies through customs. When you can't, there are other ways to cross borders.
The preserves are the final refuge for many ancient and wonderful species, Grandpa said. The goal is to prevent these wondrous beings from passing out of existence.
Amen, Maddox said.
You have a good haul this season? Dale asked.
Far as trapping goes, pickings are getting slimmer every year. I made a few exciting finds in the wild. One you won't believe. I picked up several rare specimens from preserves in Southeast Asia and Indonesia. I'm sure we can do some trading. I'll tell you more when we adjourn to the study.
You kids would be welcome to join us, Grandpa said.
All right! Seth cheered.
Kendra took another bite of the succulent pork roast.
Everything Lena cooked was outstanding. Always perfectly seasoned, typically served with delicious gravies or sauces.
Kendra never had any complaints about her Mom's cooking, but Lena was in a class all her own.
Grandpa and Maddox discussed people Kendra did not know, other individuals involved in the secretive world of fairy aficionados. She wondered if Maddox would ask about Grandma, but it never came up.
Maddox repeatedly mentioned the evening star.
Grandpa seemed to focus on this news with particular interest. Rumors that the evening star was forming again.
A woman who claimed the evening star tried to recruit her.
Chapter Eight
Whispers of an attack by the evening star.
Kendra could not resist interjecting. What's the evening star? It sounds like you're using it as a code word.
Maddox glanced uncertainly at Grandpa. Grandpa gave him a nod.
The Society of the Evening Star is an arcane organization that we all hoped had gone extinct decades ago, Maddox explained. Over the centuries, their relevance has waxed and waned. Seems like just when you think you've seen the last of them, you start hearing rumors again.
They are dedicated to overthrowing preserves in order to use them for their own misguided purposes, Grandpa said. Members of the Society consort with demons and practitioners of the black arts.
Are they going to attack us? Seth asked.
Not likely, Grandpa said. The preserves are protected by powerful magic. But I lend an ear to the news all the same. Rarely hurts to be cautious.
Why the evening star? Kendra asked. It's such a pretty name.
The evening star ushers in the night, Maddox said.
They considered the statement in silence. Maddox wiped his lips with a napkin. Sorry. Not a very cheery topic around the dinner table.
After supper, Lena cleared the table and they all went to the study. On the way there, Maddox collected several cases and crates from the entry hall. Dale, Seth, and Kendra helped. The cases had perforations, evidently to allow the creatures inside to breathe, but Kendra was unable to see into them. All were locked.
Grandpa settled in behind his large desk, Dale and Maddox claimed the oversized armchairs, Lena leaned against the windowsill, and Kendra and Seth found seats on the floor.
First off, Maddox said, bending over and unlocking a large black crate, we have some fairies from a preserve on Timor. He opened the hatch, and eight fairies soared out.
Two tiny ones, not even an inch tall, darted to the window.
They were amber in color, with wings like flies. One banged the windowpane with a miniscule fist. A large fairy, more than four inches tall, hovered in front of Kendra. She looked like a miniature Pacific Islander with dragonfly wings across her back as well as tiny wings on her ankles.
Three of the fairies had elaborate butterfly wings with the appearance of stained glass. Another had oily black wings. The last had furry wings, and her body was coated with pale blue fuzz.
Whoa! Seth said. That one's all hairy.
A downy fountain sprite, found only on the island of Roti, Maddox said.
I like the little ones, Kendra said.
A more common variety-they haunt the Malaysian Peninsula, Maddox said.
They're so fast, Kendra said. Why don't they escape?
Catching a fairy renders her powerless, Maddox said.
Keep her in a cage, or a sealed room, like this one, and her magic cannot be used to escape. While under confinement they become fairly docile and obedient.
Kendra frowned. How does Grandpa know they will stay in his garden if he buys them?
Maddox winked at Grandpa. Gets right to the point, this one. He turned back to Kendra. Fairies are highly territorial, nonmigratory creatures. Put them in a livable environment and they stay put. Especially an environment like Fablehaven, with gardens and plentiful food and other enchanted critters.
I'm sure I can find a trade for the fountain sprite, Grandpa said. The Banda Sea sunwings are beautiful as well. We can work out the particulars later.
Maddox slapped the side of the crate and the fairies returned. The ones with the stained-glass wings took their time, drifting lazily. The little ones zoomed in. The fountain sprite floated up to a high corner of the room. Maddox patted the side of the crate again and spat a stern command in a language Kendra did not understand. The fuzzy fairy glided into the container.
Next we have some albino nightgrifters from Borneo.
Out of a case flew three milky white fairies, their mothlike wings peppered with flecks of black.
Maddox proceeded to display several other groups of distinctive fairies. Then he began showing fairies one at a time. Kendra found a couple of them disgusting. One had thorny wings and a tail. Another was reptilian, covered in scales. Maddox displayed its chameleonic ability to match different backgrounds.
Now for my big find, Maddox said, rubbing his hands together. I captured this little lady in an oasis deep in the Gobi Desert. I've only seen one other of her kind. Could we dim the lights?
Dale jumped up and shut the lights off.
What is she? Grandpa asked.
In answer, Maddox opened the final case. Out soared a dazzling fairy with wings like shimmering veils of gold.
Three gleaming feathers streamed beneath her, elegant ribbons of light. She hung gloriously in the center of the room with a regal air.
A jinn harp? Grandpa said in astonishment.
Favor us with a song, I beg you, Maddox said. He repeated the solicitation in another language.
The fairy gleamed even brighter, shedding sparks. The music that followed was mesmerizing. The voice made Kendra imagine a multitude of vibrating crystals. The wordless song had the power of an operatic aria mingled with the sweetness of a lullaby. It was longing, beckoning, hopeful, and heartbreaking.
They all sat transfixed until the song ended. When it was over, Kendra wanted to applaud, but the moment felt too sacred.
Truly you are magnificent, Maddox said, repeating the compliment again in a foreign tongue. Chinese? He tapped the side of her case, and with a radiant flourish the fairy was gone.
The room felt dim and bleak in her absence. Kendra tried to blink away the splotchy afterimages.
How did you make such a find? Grandpa asked in wonder.
I caught wind of some local legends near the Mongolian border. Cost me nearly two months of brutal living to track her down.
The only other known jinn harp has her own shrine in a Tibetan sanctuary, Grandpa explained. She was thought to be unique. Fairy connoisseurs travel from all corners of the globe to behold her.
I can see why, Kendra said.
What a singular treat, Maddox! Thank you for bringing her into our home.
I'm touring her around the circuit before I take offers, Maddox said.
I don't mean to pretend I can afford her, but send me word when she becomes available. Standing up, Grandpa looked at the clock and clapped his hands together. Looks like it's about time for everyone under the age of thirty to head off to bed.
But it's still early! Seth said.
No grousing. I have negotiations to conduct with Maddox tonight. We can't have young people underfoot.
You'll need to stay in your room, no matter what commotion you hear downstairs. Our, ah, negotiations can be a bit spirited. Understood?
Yes, Kendra said.
I want to negotiate, Seth said.
Grandpa shook his head. It's a dull business. You kids have a good sleep.
No matter what you might think you hear, Maddox said as Kendra and Seth departed the study, we aren't having fun.
Prisoner in a Jar The floorboards creaked gently as Kendra and Seth tiptoed down the stairs. Early morning light filtered through closed blinds and drawn curtains. The house was still. The opposite of last night.
Beneath their covers in the dark attic the night before, Kendra and Seth had found sleeping impossible as they listened to howling laughter, shattering glass, twittering flutes, slamming doors, and the constant din of shouted conversations. When they opened the door to sneak down and spy on the festivities, Lena was always seated at the foot of the attic stairs, reading a book.
Go back to bed, she said each time they attempted a reconnaissance mission. Your grandfather is still negotiating.
Eventually Kendra fell asleep. She believed it was the silence that had finally awakened her in the morning.
When she rolled out of bed, Seth arose as well. Now they were creeping down the stairs in hopes of glimpsing the aftermath of the night's revelry.
The brass coat rack had toppled in the entry hall, surrounded by hooked triangles of broken glass. A painting lay facedown on the floor, frame cracked. A primitive symbol was scrawled on the wall in orange chalk.
They passed quietly into the living room. Tables and chairs had been overturned. Lampshades hung crooked and torn. Empty glasses, bottles, and plates lay scattered about, several of them cracked or broken. A ceramic pot lay in pieces around a pile of soil and the remnants of a plant.
Food stains appeared at every turn-melted cheese caked into the carpeting, tomato sauce drying on the arm of a love seat, a squashed eclair oozing custard all over an ottoman.
Grandpa Sorenson was snoring on the couch, using a curtain for a blanket. The curtain rod was still attached. He clutched a wooden scepter like a teddy bear. The strange staff was carved with vines twisting around the shaft and topped by a large pinecone. Despite all the commotion they had heard the night before, Grandpa was the only sign of life.
Seth roamed off toward the study. Kendra was about to follow when she noticed an envelope on a table near her grandfather. A thick seal of crimson wax had been broken, and part of a folded paper protruded invitingly.
Kendra glanced at Grandpa Sorenson. He was facing away from the letter, and showed no sign of stirring.
If he didn't want a letter read, he shouldn't leave it out in the open, right? It wasn't as if she were stealing it unopened from his mailbox. And she had several unanswered questions about Fablehaven, not the least of which concerned what was actually going on with her grandma.
Kendra eased over to the table, a queasy feeling in her stomach. Maybe she should have Seth read it. Invading privacy wasn't really her forte.