Fate's Edge

about flashing so much magic that your body gave out. But she had always thought that you simply passed out. “I never heard of people dying from flashing out.”
    “Our sister almost did,” Jack said.
    “You said it was the original plan?” George asked. “What is it used for now?”
    “It holds just enough magic to help an augmented being cross through the boundary,” Kaldar said.
    The room was suddenly quiet. Audrey caught her breath. The Edge had two boundaries: the first with the Weird and the second with the Broken. The boundaries barred the passage between the worlds. If you didn’t have enough magic, you couldn’t cross from the Broken into the Edge without help. If you had too much magic, the crossing from the Weird into the Edge would leave you convulsing in pain. The threshold to leave the Edge and enter an opposing world was even higher. Most magic heavyweights couldn’t make it into the Broken. The crossing killed them. And if people stayed too long out of their own world, the way back disappeared forever. The Edgers who moved to the Broken permanently lost their magic after a while. Some of them couldn’t even see the Edge anymore.
    George cleared his throat. “So does this mean that someone with strong magic, like a Hand agent, can cross into the Broken with these?”
    “That’s exactly what it means,” Kaldar said.
    Audrey put her fist against her mouth, thinking. No wonder the Hand wanted them. If they manufactured enough of these, they could send their goons into the Edge and into the Broken. The boundary had always shielded the Edgers from harm. Their magic was weaker than that of people in the Weird. If any magic-wielding creature could just pop back and forth, it was all over. Her imagination served up the Hand’s agents trotting across the boundary, all spikes and tentacles and poisoned needles on twisted human bodies . . . Jesus Christ.
    She sat down. She didn’t know too much about the Hand or the Mirror and their politics, but she knew that both the Dukedom of Louisiana and Adrianglia were large and strong, while the Edge was tiny and defenseless.
    “If the Hand obtains this . . .” Kaldar started.
    She held up her hand. “Now you listen to me. This isn’t my problem. I didn’t make the thing, I didn’t know what it was when I stole it, and I don’t give a damn what the hell it does now. If you think I’ll fall over myself in a rush to fight the Hand for it, you’re crazy. Do you know what they’re capable of?”
    All mirth had vanished from Kaldar’s face. Only grim determination remained. “The Hand took two-thirds of my family from me. I watched people I loved being slaughtered. I will do everything in my power to make the Hand pay. And if it means I have to knock you down and walk over you to get to them, I will.”
    He wasn’t kidding. A slight touch of insanity flared in his eyes. Audrey felt a pang of the familiar fear.
    “Don’t sugarcoat it,” she told him.
    “I won’t. The Hand will keep looking for the diffusers until they find them. I will find them first, and I need you to help me. If you do it willingly, the terms will be better for everyone.”
    “And if not, what? You will make me?”
    “If I have to.”
    Fear squirmed through her. She clamped it down. “So there is no real difference between the Mirror and the Hand, is there?”
    Kaldar held her gaze. “There is a woman in Adrianglia. Her name is Lady Nancy Virai. She isn’t the most patient woman in the world, and some find her methods frightening. If I were to drag your ass over to her, she would extract the information from you. But if you told her everything you knew, you would likely walk away on your own two legs. If I delivered you to the Hand, they would get the same information out of you as well. Then they would rape you and torture you for the fun of it. If you were lucky, they would kill you afterward. But most likely they would wring every drop of pain from you and simply wait for you to die. Most of them aren’t human anymore. They drink agony like fine wine. Run if you want—the Hand will find you. Sooner or later, your brother or your father will sell you out again, they will catch your scent, and you’ll wake up with monsters standing over you. You have contacts in the Edge. Ask any of them if I’m lying.”
    Run if you want . . . Yeah, right. His eyes told her that she wouldn’t get very far. He had no intention of letting her go. Just like before, when she was a