From Kirkus Reviews
Another Xanth adventure featuring the Florida-shaped fantasy land where anything goes and the puns pack every pagethough the author admits attempting to restrain their proliferation. Here, young, green-eyed, dark-skinned, beautiful Breanna of the Black Wave, with her safety spell and her talent for seeing in the dark, must somehow repel the unwelcome attentions of Xeth, King of the Zombies, after she accidentally takes a nap in his Pavilion of Love, thereby incurring an obligation to marry him. What more do you need to know? Well, there is one thing. The thrilling Chronicle of the Author's Teeth continues, this time with three root canalsouch!to report. Remember to brush after meals, kids, and visit your dentist regularly. -- Copyright ©1998, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.
Review
"(Zombie Lover is a) cheeky new installment in Anthony's popular series about Xanth....Anthony combines Breanna's tale with a sweeter one, that of Jenny Elf's love for handsome werewolf Prince Jeremy. He also revives several engaging characters from earlier novels to spice up the girls' adventrues....Xanth devotees should be delighted." --Publishers Weekly
"Newcomers and old-timers alike will enjoy Anthony's latest collection of truly mind-bloggling puns. Every so often, most readers geta craving for a book like this, be grateful to Anthony for continuing to satisfy it." --Booklist
From the Publisher
"[Zombie Lover is a] cheeky new installment in Anthony's popular series about Xanth...Anthony combines Breanna's tale with a sweeter one, that of Jenny Elf's love for handsome werewolf Prince Jeremy. He also revives several engaging characters from earlier novels to spice up the girls' adventures...Xanth devotees should be delighted." --Publishers Weekly
About the Author
Piers Anthony is one of the world's most popular fantasy authors, and a New York Times bestseller twenty-one times over. His Xanth novels have been read and loved by millions of readers around the world, and he daily receives hundreds of letters from his devoted fans.
In addition to the Xanth series, Anthony is the author of many other best-selling works. Piers Anthony lives in Inverness, Florida.
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Zombie Lover
1BLACK DREAMBreanna felt fortunate. It was partly her appearance, which was filling out nicely: she had lustrous black hair to her waist, and glowing green eyes. Her dark skin fairly shone. That was because she was a bright healthy girl of the Black Wave, and proud of her heritage. She should really be something, she thought, when she finally turned sixteen.She turned away from the mirror pond and looked for a blackberry pie to eat before dawn. And that was the main thing: alone among the teens of her village, she had a magic talent. Normally only a baby delivered in Xanth had magic, but she was special. She blessed the day she had discovered it, for it had changed her life. She had come to the Land of Xanth with her Wave six years ago when she was nine, and thought she would never have magic. How wonderfully wrong that had turned out to be!Her talent was to see in blackness. That was why she now went about by night, and slept during the day. It was just so much more interesting at night, when other humanfolk were sleeping, and the weird creatures of darkness were abroad.Oh, yes, there was danger. But she had obtained a safety spell that warned her of any direct threat to her tender flesh, and that was enough. She hoped. She hadn't renewed it recently, so the spell might be fading. She was able to move quickly and silently and lose herself in the night, foiling most monsters. She also had a sharp dagger, which she hoped she would never have to use as other than a threat. Meanwhile the lure of the mysteries of darkness drew her to ever farther explorations.There were no pie trees close by, but she did spy a tart bush. Tarts were a bit sharp on the tongue, but would do. She picked a black raspberry tart and bit into it, and it was fine. She found a coffee tree with a cup of black coffee, and that was fine too. At home she wasn't allowed to drink coffee yet, but that was yet another adventure of going out on her own: no one told her what not to do. Her folks were so dull that they could see only mundane things, despite living in a magic realm now. They would need special magic glasses to see most of the magic of Xanth.Breanna really didn't miss Mundania. Xanth was so much more interesting. Oh, there were dangers, but they were mostly magical, instead of dreary things like robbers and drunk drivers. She might have liked to have some chewing gum, but here it was as apt to chew the person as to be chewed.She saw what looked like a barrister bloom. Maybe if she wore its flower, it would enable her to argue her case better at home. It had a nice daisy-like flower. But as she touched it, something awkward happened. She jumped back. Oh, now she saw that it was a different plant, a bare aster. She wouldn't want to wear one of those flowers.She came to a river that seemed a bit too wide and deep to wade across. Fortunately there were big banana plants, or plantains, growing by its banks, with the biggest fruits she had seen. Magic could be very good for plants. So she grabbed onto an old plantain and managed to haul it down.She wedged it open and scooped out the remnant of its pulp. Now she had a banana boat. She used an old stem as a paddle, and moved across the water.Another craft came floating down the stream. It was small, and had two hulls, and several cats were on it. Oh--a catamaran. It figured. It had a sail, but one cat was busily shredding it with its claws. Then the cat spied Breanna, and dived down out of sight, terrified. That one would be called Fray D. Cat, she was sure.She landed, and saw a big dog house with a small pup tent beside it. That too figured: big dog, little dog. Things tended to be literal, in Xanth.She saw a bright rift forming in the east, and realized that it was the first crack of dawn. Night was over, and soon light would spill through the crack and inundate the region, flooding it with day. So it was time for her to sleep. She loved her talent, but it did have the small disadvantage of making daylight uncomfortably bright for her. She acclimatized when she had to, but preferred not to bother. Also, she got tired, after being active all night. So now she simply slept in the daytime, when away from home.Unfortunately she wasn't sleepy yet. Oh--because of that coffee. She should have remembered that it had a mild wake-up spell. That was why her folks didn't let her drink it: they said she was enough of a handful by day, and they didn't need to have her active by night too. How little did they know! But though she hated to admit it, their rule would have helped her in this case. How could she get her rest?She looked around. She saw a large dried fish mounted on a pole. Birds were coming in to sit on it. That was a perch; it was a favorite resting place for birds. But she was no bird.There was a commotion, and several small metallic objects ran by. They looked like keys for doors, still new and shiny. Oh--those would be latchkey kids, running home. As she herself should be doing, if she weren't too ornery to give up her adventure. She saw them charge up to a bigblock marked WRITER. What were they doing around a writer's block? They climbed up on top of it, where there was a board. They settled down comfortably on that board, each little key evidently having its own spot. When every key was in place, the block put down wooden pegs and walked away."Oh, I get it," Breanna said. "The key board unlocks the writer's block." But her problem wasn't being blocked, but needing to get some sleep.She saw a spreading tree whose branches might offer a decent place to be. But then she recognized it as a sycamore, and the last thing she wanted was to get more and more sick.Then she remembered something she had seen nearby: dark glasses. They were supposed to have a spell to put folk to sleep. So she walked back to the spectacle bush she had passed recently and checked it over. Sure enough, one of its offerings was a handsome dark pair. And, conveniently close, was an open shelter with what looked like a comfortable bed under a pleasant canopy. Nobody was using it, so she would borrow it for a few hours.She lay down on the bed, put on the dark glasses, and closed her eyes. Immediately she felt the magic taking hold, and sank into a lovely dark slumber.
Suddenly Breanna couldn't breathe; something was covering her mouth and squishing her nose. She struggled, reaching wildly with her arms--and discovered that a head was resting on her face. It was a man. In fact, he was kissing her!She grabbed him by the ears and heaved him off her innocent lips. She tried to scream, but first had to inhale, and in the time it took to do that she was sitting up so violently that her dark glasses fell off. Blinding day assaulted her eyes, and she had to squeeze them tightly closed. When she shut her eyes, her mouth shut too, stifling her scream. She had never thought to practice screaming with her eyes closed.By then she realized that maybe a scream was not in order. Who was this man who had taken such advantage of her? It might be better to find out before she took further action. After all, men did have their points, and it behooved a girl not to throw them away carelessly.She squinted, letting only a little light in. The man was standing there, a somewhat hazy outline. He didn't look dangerous at the moment. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Why did you molest me?""I am King Xeth," he replied in a somewhat scratchy voice. "I kissed you awake.""I know that! What made you think I didn't want to sleep in peace?" She was irritable, because of her rude awakening from slumber. Her systems were not yet back on track."You are in the Pavilion of Love." His speech was slightly slurred, but she could make it out. Her vision was improving as her eyes acclimatized to the daylight."The what?"He pointed to a sign beside the bed. It said PAVILION OF LOVE.Breanna drew a blank. "What's that?""When a woman wants to marry, she sleeps in the Pavilion of Love," he explained. "Only a man of good appearance, character, and breeding can enter. If he chooses her, he kisses her awake. I was so glad to find a sleeping beauty instead of a sleeping bag."Things were beginning to come together, but not in a way that reassured her. "But I'm not ready to marry anyone!" she protested. "I'm only fifteen.""I am thirty," he responded. "I love your lustrous black hair and glowing green eyes. I am sure you will make a good wife."Breanna realized that she had blundered into real mischief. "It was a mistake. I didn't see the sign. I was just resting. I can't marry you." She got off the bed and began sidling away."I will marry you and make you queen of the zombies,"he said. "You are young and healthy and fully alive, so it will be a long time before you rot."Breanna wanted nothing so much as to get well away from here, but this made her pause involuntarily. "Queen of what?""The zombies. We felt it was time to have our own kingdom, so we held an election, and the healthiest zombie won. Me. But it is a condition of kingship that I marry, so as to summon a suitable heir and continue the line. That's why I came here, to find a wife.""You--you're a zombie?" she asked, newly appalled. Her hand came up to wipe frantically at her mouth. Her lips didn't feel zombied, but she wanted to wash them ten times as thoroughly as possible. Was it contagious?"Yes, of course. How else could I be king of the zombies?""This is absolutely impossible!""By no means. My mother is Zora Zombie, who married the living man Xavier forty years ago. It took them a while to summon the stork, because not all of her necessary innards were healthy, but--""I don't want to hear it!" Breanna shrieked. Actually she had not meant that she doubted him to be a zombie; she could now see that there were some sagging places on him, incipient flesh rot, and the reason for his slurring was apparent: a mushy tongue. She had meant that it was impossible for her to marry him. She wasn't ready to marry anyone, least of all a zombie."There is no need for you to hear it, if it bores you," Xeth said equably. "Come with me now to Castle Zombie, where the wedding will be organized. You will want to meet your new subjects.""No I won't!" she cried. "I won't marry you! I'm just a girl. A living girl. I'm getting out of here!" Now at last she suited action to word, and charged out of the pavilion."But it has been decided," he protested. "You slept here. I kissed you. All the zombie women will be jealous of your lustrous long hair and firm flesh.""Let them be jealous of something else!" she flung back. "Find another girl! I'm sure one will come to sleep in the pavilion soon. I'm gone!" She dodged behind a beerbarrel tree and kept going."No, you are the one," Xeth called after her. "I loved you the moment I entered the pavilion, as its magic decrees. I love your burned black color. I love your high emotion."She was running, but not out of range of his voice. "What do you know of my emotion?""That is my talent: mind reading. I may fudge the details somewhat, but the power of your emotion comes through delightfully. I can tell that you have very strong feelings for me.""That's because I loathe the very notion of being close to you!" she shot back."Yes, you love the notion of being close to me," he agreed. "It will be a perfect marriage."She suspected that there was a bit of rot in his ear, too, but she didn't stay to argue the case. She tried to sneak behind a small tangle tree, but he still pursued her. "Why don't you marry a nice zombie girl?" she demanded over her shoulder."Because they are all too rotten," he said with considerable accuracy. "While that is no fault ordinarily, it is a fact that the storks don't like to deliver babies to zombie women. That's why it took ten years to persuade the stork to deliver me to my mother. So I need a living woman, just as my mother needed a living man. You are just perfect."He had given her much too good an answer. She could not refute it logically. So she tried to do it emotionally. "I'm not perfect! I'm too young and immature and unready to settle down. I don't love you.""You will surely grow older and more mature, and learn to settle down. You will be a fine inspiration for our corps d'esprit, our undead army. And I know where there is a fine love spring. The one where my mother learned to love my father."He was still out-arguing her. If there was one thing shedetested worse than a zombie, it was a smart zombie. So she let fly with the truth. "I don't want to marry a zombie!" Then she ran as fast as her healthy living legs could propel her, and soon left him out of sight and hearing.Soon she got smart. She knew he would follow, so she couldn't rest until she was so far away he would never find her. After that, she would figure out what else to do.She slowed, so as to let some of her breath catch up with her, and picked her way carefully, so as to leave no obvious trail. When she came to a stream, she waded through it, pausing only to wash her fouled mouth out several times. She followed it upstream, then followed a dragon trail for several paces, before doubling back and wading farther upstream. If the zombie thought she had gone that way, he would encounter the dragon. She wasn't sure how dragons felt about zombies, but at least it would be a distraction.At last she spied a branch hanging over the water. She reached up to catch it, and hauled herself up and into the tree. She made her way to a branch on the opposite side, and dropped off into a gully that led away from the stream. It should be just about impossible to track her this far.But just to be sure, she climbed another tree, and hid herself carefully amidst its thick foliage. She would wait here until the end of the day, very quietly.She was tired, after all that fleeing. She took a good grip on the branches, and relaxed, physically. She was too excited and horrified to relax mentally. She let her ears be her eyes, listening for any untoward sound.All too soon it came: the clumsy crashing noise of a zombie in a hurry. She peered out between the leaves, just to be sure. Yes, it was a zombie, not Xeth, but another one, somewhat farther gone. He was headed in her direction.How could he know? He wasn't even following her trail! What gave her location away?Breanna decided to find out. She knew that the average zombie wasn't phenomenally smart, because its brain was rotten. "How did you know where I am?" she called."Wee cah feeel yooor maghic," it answered. It was notable to speak as well as Xeth, being farther gone. "Wee are aall loooking.""You can feel my magic? What magic?""Your maghic tzalent."Breanna waited no more; the thing was getting too close. She lurched out of her tree, dropped to the ground, and set off running again. Now she knew two things: they could feel her magic, and there were many zombies out looking for her. Maybe that wasn't surprising, since Xeth was a zombie king. Maybe they cast about aimlessly--that wasn't hard for a zombie to do--until one of them happened to come within sensing range of her. Then he oriented on her magic.She saw another zombie ahead of her. She dodged to the side, but found the way blocked by a five-sided object. She recognized it: a penta-gone. Anything that touched it would be gone, nobody knew where, and she didn't want to risk it. So she slowed, and stepped very carefully around it.The zombie behind her was less careful. It blundered right into the penta-gone--and suddenly was gone. That was a relief!But now Breanna had blundered herself, into a bog. She was in danger of getting her black shoes all gooky. So she had to pick her way through it, going from hummock to hummock.There was a huge fat monster. Breanna squished to a stop, concerned about just how dangerous it might be. So she asked it: "What are you?"The monster oped its ponderous and mottled mouth and spewed forth an answer: "I am a hippo-crit.""Are you dangerous?""No. I am a harmless friendly lovable cuddly creature."But Breanna had an intuition that all was not quite right. Then she made the connection: hypocrite. One who said one thing but did another. She couldn't trust it.But maybe she could use it. "Well, there's a really tasty morsel of a man following me," she said, sidling around the creature. "Too bad you're so friendly and harmless,because he would have made a nice meal for you." She found firmer footing beyond a hummock, and was satisfied that she could make a good run for it if she had to."Too bad," the hippo agreed, and shifted its bulk to block the passage of the next person passing this way.She moved quietly on. She was getting tired, and hungry, but all she saw was some shortening, and she knew better than to eat any of that. She didn't want to be any shorter than she was. She would avoid largening too; neither food appealed to her. Then she spied a variety of pie tree bearing mun danish; those were tasteless, boring pastries, but she was used to them from her own term in Mundania, so could handle it. She picked several and chewed on them as she went.Where could she go where the zombies could not? Her mind was blank. So Breanna just kept running, fearing that wherever she stopped, a zombie would close in on her. What an awful mess she had gotten herself into! All because of that inviting bed in the pavilion.She was getting hot as well as tired. The sun was glaring. "I know I was stupid!" she yelled at it. Mollifed by her admission, the sun eased its glare.She came across a small village marked Norfolk. Maybe someone here would help her. "Hey, can you block off zombies?" she called to the nearest man, who was digging in a garden.He paid no attention. Irritated, Breanna ran on to where a woman was washing clothing in a stream. "Can you help me?" she asked. But the woman didn't even glance at her.She came to the far edge of the village. The sign there said YOU ARE NOW LEAVING IGNOREFOLK. GOOD RIDDANCE TO YOU.Oh, that was why they had ignored her! She must have misread the first sign.A side stitch caught up with her. The only way to get rid of one of those was to slow down until it zoomed on ahead, for they were speedy things. When she slowed, Breanna's mind began to work a bit better. She got an idea:maybe the zombies couldn't go into the Region of Madness. She could maybe hide there; it wasn't far away. That was fortunate, because she was getting too tired to continue much longer.There was a small patch of it north of the Gap Chasm, though its main mass was south. That little patch should be plenty. But what was the fastest way to it? She wasn't sure, and didn't have much time. But she saw a fully living man walking along, so she approached him. "Hi! I'm Breanna of the Black Wave."He shook her hand. "I am Ayitym. I absorb one property of anything I touch." His skin turned dark, like hers.She wasn't certain whether he would be pleased or annoyed, so she didn't mention it. "I'm looking for the Region of Madness. I know it's close by, but--""I don't want to go anywhere near that!" he exclaimed. "It would make me mad." He hurried away.That wasn't much help. But she saw another man, so approached him similarly. "Hi. I'm Breanna. My talent is to see in blackness.""I am Tyler. I have a different talent each day."She was impressed. "That must be some fun.""No it isn't, because I can't choose them, and they are small. Today I have the talent of growing warts on little toes. Do you want a wart?"Breanna's toes cringed. "No thanks! I want to find the Region of Madness. Do you--""Right that way," he said, pointing.She changed course, and walked swiftly toward the nearest loop of madness. She knew its nature, because her girlish curiosity had led her to explore some of its fringes. It was really weird there, and she didn't care to get far into it. But maybe it would be worse for the zombies than for her. She hoped.She spied a man walking the opposite way. He looked rather dazed. Beside him was an old small white dog who seemed less confused. The dog paused as they came together,looking up at her, showing a black left ear, and a curled furry tail."You look Mundane," Breanna said. "Hi. I'm Breanna."The man became aware of her. "I'm William Henry Taylor, and this is my daughter's dog 'Puppy.' I don't know what I'm doing here. I was just so sick, for so long--and suddenly everything changed.""I know how it is," Breanna said. "But I guess if Puppy found your way out of the madness, he knows where you're going. So maybe you should keep going that way.""I suppose so," he agreed. "I hope my daughter is all right." They went on.Breanna felt a bit guilty for not trying to help him more, but she was afraid the zombies would catch up with her at any time, while they wouldn't bother Mr. Taylor.She saw a ragged doll. But then it moved, startling her. "You're alive!""Not exactly. I'm Ricky. I'm a golem.""Oh, a doll who has been animated.""More or less." He moved on before she could ask him to verify that she was going the right way to intercept the madness. But she was pretty sure she was close; the scenery was beginning to think about looking weird, and she had been meeting weird people.She came to the fringe and plunged in. The weirdness closed in, and for once she welcomed it. Let the zombies try to orient on her magic, when it was overridden by the magic ambiance of this section.Then, halfway satisfied that she just might maybe be safe, she dropped to the ground and rested. She was so tired that she fell almost immediately into a daze."Why child, whatever is the matter?"Breanna looked up. There was Day Mare Imbri, her friend. Imbri had once been a night mare, but had gotten half a soul and turned too nice to handle the ugly job. Now she had become a tree nymph, and kept nice company with a tree faun. She was pure black; that was what had firstattracted Breanna. What could be finer than a black mare?"Oh, Imbri! I'm in trouble."Imbri formed a dreamlet image of a pretty black young woman in a lovely black gown. She always knew how to relate. "I can tell that, dear. I felt your emotion from afar. What trouble?""I did something ever so stupid," Breanna wailed. "I slept in the Pavilion of Love, and a zombie king kissed me. Now he wants to marry me.""But didn't you see the sign?""I came to the bed just before dawn, from the other direction. I wasn't looking for any sign. I had been exploring all night, using my talent--and now the zombies are orienting on it to find me." That gave her an idea. "Say, maybe if I got rid of the talent, Xeth wouldn't be able to find me!""But you can't do that," Imbri protested.Still, Breanna had hold of a desperate notion. "I love my talent, but I hate being chased by zombies. If that's the price of my freedom, well maybe it's a necessary sacrifice. Can you take my talent and put it back where you found it?" For that was how she had come by it. Breanna had been born (not delivered) Mundane, and come to the land of Xanth with her Wave. No Mundane had magic. But the day mare had befriended her, and given her the talent she had found, and they had been friends ever since, all six months. So she was the only original Black Waver to have magic. The children who had been delivered (not born) since then did have black magic talents, but none of them were over six years old.Imbri shook her head. "No, I can't do that. You had better go to the Good Magician for an Answer.""But he charges a year's service for an Answer--and often it's so cryptic that it doesn't do much good anyway. I'm too young to suffer through that.""Nevertheless, I think it is your best chance.""He'll probably just tell me to accept my fate.""If he does, it will surely be the correct course.""But I'm desperate! If that zombie catches me, he'll marry me and make me queen of the zombies--and I'm only fifteen! It's a fate worse than death." That was literal, for zombies were made from dead people. Death was bad enough, but to be forced to drag about after death was surely worse. And to have to summon the stork with a zombie--absolute ugh! She'd rather be chewed by a werewolf or sucked by a vampire any day."I know this is awful," Imbri said. "But I can't take your talent back.""Why not? I'm originally Mundane. The magic can't stick to me very closely.""I am not free to explain.""But the zombies are after me!"Imbri sighed. "I know, dear, and it is indeed awful. I am not saying that I don't want to help you. I am saying that I can't--and I can't tell you why."Breanna began to cry. She was ashamed of herself for doing it, but just got overwhelmed.Imbri was just as sensitive to that as a man would have been, to the girl's surprise. "Maybe I can compromise."Breanna brightened. "You can?""I will tell you what I can't tell you, in a dream--but then I must take back the dream. So you will not remember it.""But how can that help me?""I can explain everything, in the dream, so you understand. When you do, and agree that you need to ask the Good Magician, you will wake from the dream and remember only that when you knew the whole story, you agreed. Then you will be willing to do it, and know that I can't help you, though I want to."This was almost as weird as the madness. But what did she have to lose? "What if I don't agree?" she demanded."That would be dangerous."Weirder yet. Breanna knew Imbri was her friend, and trusted her. So there had to be something. But whatever could it be? "Okay. Give me the dream.""First I will rehearse the sequence as you experienced it. Then I will fill in the parts you did not see.""Okay." Breanna was really curious now.The forest faded, to be replaced by a scene from Breanna's memory. There she was, walking out from the Black Village, perturbed about the unreasonable restrictions her Mundanish parents still put on her. Here she was, just fifteen, and still not allowed to date a boy and close the door. Or to wander out into the distant forest alone. They still treated her like a child.She wished she could go far away, and have some fabulous adventure, free from parental restriction. Maybe even visit the shore, and see the sea. She had heard of a city there called Attle, where rude creatures retorted "Attle be the day!" to any expression of ambition. She'd love to tell off those creatures of Sea Attle. She'd like to eat a seamint, and see whether it really stuck the mouth tight shut.She started to get angry. Why couldn't she go and do these things? What right did anybody have to tell her no? It made her so blankety mad!She realized she was on a special path, with another path crossing it. Oh--she had blundered onto a cross walk. No wonder she had gotten so suddenly cross. She stepped off it, and her temper subsided. Still, she felt that some of her ire was justified. It was high time that the Black Village started spreading out and interacting more with the rest of this magic land, which really had so much to offer.Then she saw the beautiful black horse. "Oh, you lovely creature!" she breathed.Mare Imbri's head turned. "You can see me?" she asked in a dreamlet."Of course I can see you! You're pure black. You're the prettiest horse I ever saw. May I pat you?""I suppose, if you want to." Imbri was plainly taken aback.Breanna approached. She patted the mare on the shoulder. "I didn't even know there were horses in Xanth," she said. "Or are you a unicorn, with your horn hidden?""I'm a--well, it is complicated.""Oh, tell me!" Breanna pleaded."I was a night mare for two hundred years, then a day mare, and now I'm a tree nymph, but I can assume my old form when I want, and be solid, and make some dreams. My tree gives me that power. I forgot I was solid; that's why I thought you couldn't see me."Breanna was intrigued. "Did you have a night foal?""Not yet. But maybe now that I'm solid, it will happen. I would settle for whatever I could get."They talked, and soon Breanna told Imbri all about herself too. Then they parted, but agreed to meet again, for they liked each other. It seemed that girls and horses were attracted to each other just as strongly in Xanth as in Mundania.A week later Mare Imbri asked Breanna if she would like a magic talent. "Oh, yes, I'd love it!" Breanna exclaimed, liking this mental game."If you could have any talent you wanted, what would it be?"Breanna thought for a long time--at least a minute. "Not a big one, not a small one. One that's me. Only I don't know me well enough yet.""What about the ability to conjure any kind of seed?""I suppose that's okay, but I'm no gardener. I'd rather change the world.""Or perhaps the ability to choose the breed of your future children.""Future children! I'm only fifteen. I don't want to even think of having children until I'm an ancient old woman of twenty five.""What about transformation of the inanimate?""I already have enough trouble with living things. Why should I want to mess with dead things?""Then maybe the power to create a small void?"That was tempting. "Like the big Void, only under my control?" But in half a moment she reconsidered. "No, itwould be too dangerous. I might forget and sit in it, and be half-reared."Mare Imbri considered. "How about the ability to project a spot on a wall?""A black spot? Maybe, but spot-on-the-wall talents are a dime a dozen.""This is a special spot. It's actually a picture. It improves with time, getting larger and more detailed, until it is a very nice image.""Maybe so, but its not me.""Hearing from a distance?""That's not me either.""Then perhaps the ability to conjure a geyser at any spot?"That was intriguing. But a moment's thought dampened it. "Still not me. What would I do with all that spouting water?"Imbri swished her tail. One might almost suspect she was becoming a smidgen impatient. "What would you consider to be you?"Breanna had worked out her answer. "To see in blackness. That would be ideal.""I think I have found a talent like that. I want you to have it."Breanna laughed. "But talents don't just lie around waiting for folk to take them! You have to be born--I mean, delivered with them.""There are many kinds of magic in Xanth. Come with me, but don't tell anyone what you see.""I promise," Breanna agreed, intrigued. Of course she couldn't get any magic talent, but just imagining it was fun."You will have to ride me," Imbri said. "It's some distance."Breanna was delighted by the prospect. "Okay. But though I love horses--especially black ones--I'm not an experienced rider.""There will be no problem."So Breanna climbed onto Mare Imbri's back, and thehorse took off. She galloped somewhat faster than the wind, seeming to pass right through trees, and the girl was entirely at ease, not even close to falling off. That was part of the magic of it. Sometimes they even seemed to be flying through the air.Still, she had a doubt to work through. "Do some talents lie around, waiting for folk?""In a manner. For example, there's the C Tree. Its seeds do marvelous things. If you need a lot of water, you can invoke a C big enough to sail a ship on. Or you could put a C on your eye and C much farther than before. Or if you are afraid of failure, you can put a C seed in your mouth and suck-seed.""I C," Breanna said. "I mean, I sea--er, see. But that's not the same as a talent, because you are using something else.""The right C might give you the talent of C-ing better than ever."Breanna shrugged. "I suppose so. Though if I tried to hide one in my bosom, it might C too much. I'd rather have an innate talent."Then, suddenly, Mare Imbri stopped. They were in a towering castle. As Breanna slid to the ground, amazed, the loveliest woman she had ever seen appeared. Her hair was long and pleasantly greenish, and the rest of her would make a professional model jealous. "Hello, Breanna," she said. "I am Chlorine. This is my friend Nimby." She gestured behind Breanna, and when Breanna turned, there was a huge dragon with a silly donkey head. Breanna started to giggle, but managed to stifle it down into half a peep."Nimby would like to share your dreams," Chlorine said. "Is that all right with you?""You mean, this dragon will appear in my dreams?""Not exactly. He will merely watch.""Well, whatever, it's okay with me. My dreams aren't much.""Thank you," Chlorine said.Then Breanna was riding on Imbri again, back the waythey had come. She wasn't quite sure how that had happened, but dreams did tend to be discontinuous, so she wasn't concerned.What did concern her was the lateness of the hour. She realized that the day had passed without her noticing, and darkness was closing. "I'll be late getting home," she said. "I'll catch heaven." There were times she needed to swear, but that could get her into trouble, so she substituted words."There will be no trouble," Imbri's dreamlet image said. "Look around you."Breanna looked--and realized that she could see everything. She could see in blackness!That was the beginning of her wonderful private life. She never told anyone else about her visit to the mysterious castle with the beautiful woman and ugly dragon, or about her brand new talent. The castle scene was probably just a daydream, but the talent was delightfully real."That's the way it was," she agreed as the memory dream ended. "You, or maybe your friends, found the talent for me. But why can't I give it back?"A new dream formed. This was of Imbri, grazing by a clog tree. Near it was a sandalwood tree, where a faun danced and played panpipes. Then Imbri changed to nymph form and went to tousle the faun's hair, and he patted her pert bare bottom. Obviously the two got along well.A dragon appeared--the one with the silly donkey head. On its back was the fair Chlorine. They stopped before the faun and nymph. "Nimby wants to dream," Chlorine said."Dragons can dream," Imbri replied."But demons don't.""Demons?" the faun asked."Yes, Forrest. Will you keep a secret?"Forrest and Imbri glanced at each other. "I think we had better," Imbri said."Nimby is really the Demon X(A/N)th."Both faun and nymph laughed, thinking this a joke. Then the dragon transformed into a huge glowing demon figure, and the scene turned inside out. After a moment the scenereturned to normal, with the dragon back. There was no further laughter."You are the expert on dreams, Imbri," Chlorine said. "Can you teach Nimby to dream? By himself, without having to view it as done by mortals?"Imbri was plainly awed. "I don't know. No demon has ever dreamed. They don't have the mortal coils for it. They don't know what living emotions are. So there's nothing for dreams to fix on.""Living emotions," Chlorine said thoughtfully. "Like love?""Yes, that especially. Demons think love is silly. Of course Nimby--" She framed the word with a peculiar emphasis , now that she knew what it signified. "Nimby is not just any demon. So possibly--""Nimby loves. He learned it from Mundanes, among others.""Oh. Then maybe he should start to learn dreaming from Mundanes too. They are less complicated than magical creatures. If he could follow the dreams of one, perhaps a young one, he might be able to pick up the essence. I can't deliver a dream to one who doesn't know how to do it. It's like love: you can't accomplish it until you learn how." Imbri glanced at Forrest Faun, and a little heart flew across to bop him on the nose. He smiled."The Mundane family we know returned to Mundania," Chlorine said. "Fresh Mundanes are hard to come by.""I know one," Imbri said. "She has been in Xanth, almost half her life, but she remembers Mundania.""Bring her here.""But is it wise to let a Mundane know Nimby's true nature?""It isn't wise to let anyone know Nimby's true nature," Chlorine said firmly. "We have told you only because we need your informed help.""Make her a deal," Forrest Faun suggested. "Give her what she most wants, if she will share her dreams with you.""What would she want?" Chlorine asked."What would any Mundane want?" the faun asked rhetorically. "A magic talent, of course. Don't tell her who Nimby is, just make the deal."Chlorine looked at Nimby, who wiggled a long ear. She returned to Imbri. "Bring her to the Nameless Castle."Imbri resumed mare form and galloped swiftly away. Chlorine mounted Nimby, and both vanished. Forrest waved at the space where they had been, and retired to his sandalwood tree.The scene faded. Breanna was back in her regular daydream, facing Mare Imbri. "Now you know how you came by your talent. The Demon gave it to you, in exchange for sharing your dreams.""But I haven't seen that dragon in any dream," Breanna protested."He merely watches without interfering. If he disturbed your dreams, they would no longer be innocent. It has been effective; he is slowly learning how to dream on his own. But it would be impolitic to renounce the deal now.""Well, he can keep sharing, if that's what he wants," Breanna said, though she felt more than a smidgen queasy about having such a creature there. Some of her dreams were rather personal. "Just take back the talent.""Demons don't work that way. He would not feel free, if he voided the talent. In any event, it's not smart to jostle any demon, and especially not this one. He has more power than all of Xanth put together. In fact the whole of the magic of Xanth is merely the incidental leakage from his body, in much the way heat leaks from mortal bodies. It is best to stay entirely out of his notice, if at all possible, like a flea on a dragon. Chlorine interprets for him, so that the mere power of his attention does not obliterate much of the surrounding landscape. So it is best by far to let things be as they are--for all of us.""But he is already noticing me, if he is sharing my dreams," Breanna said. "And now that I know his nature, how can I avoid noticing him?""Precisely. That is why you must not know. Your dreams must continue as they have been. He observes them with only a fraction of his attention, and that won't change if you don't change."Now Breanna understood. "I guess you're right. I can't give my talent back. So I'd better just go see the Good Magician.""Yes. He always does deliver, and the deals folk make with him are always worth it, even if they don't think so at the time."Breanna sighed. "Okay. I agree. Take back the dream."She came out of her reverie. She knew that she had just had a phenomenal dream, and learned something that shook the very foundation of Xanth, but she couldn't remember what it was. Only that now she knew that it made sense to keep her talent and go to see the Good Magician Humfrey for some other solution to her problem with the zombie king. She had agreed to relinquish the dream; she remembered that much."Sleep here," Mare Imbri's dreamlet image said. "I will keep watch for the zombies, and advise you if they come.""But don't you have to go home to Forrest Faun? I'll bet you had to censor that dream with him in it to avoid violating the Adult Conspiracy.""Of course. But I can remain with you for a while. Forrest understands, and so does my tree. When night comes, you can go to the Good Magician's castle. You will be able to avoid the zombies, because you can see better in blackness than they can. I would carry you there myself, but it's too far from my tree. I have substance only within a certain range of my tree, for it is what provides that for me. But I will help guide you and warn you, in my soul-mare form, and you will get there safely.""Thank you," Breanna said. She felt better about the prospect, though she didn't know why. Then she lay down and slept.Copyright © 1998 by Piers Anthony Jacob
