But a girl without a shadow can see in the dark. A rather useful nightshade for sneaking and spying.
Iona often wandered through the house while her mother slept, never flicking on a single light, never stubbing her toe on a rocking chair she couldn’t see. Her vision was even better than that of her cat, Oyster, who learned to follow Iona through the dark.
When she was twenty-three, she met a boy who gathered night phlox and coal berries and ninebark leaves after the sun had set. On a cool October night, she kissed him under a full moon, and he swore he’d never leave her side.
Until the night Iona lost sight of him somewhere among the shadowed trees. He wandered too near the Wicker Woods, slipped beyond the forest boundary, where no one but a Walker should enter, and he was never seen again.
Iona banished the dark after that, and never again went into the woods once the sun had dipped below the treeline. She died on a late August morning, sitting on the front porch of the old house overlooking the lake. And as her eyes slipped closed, her shadow stretched out long in front of her.
It had been there all along, coiled up inside her, too afraid to step into the light.
How to Find Your Shadow:
Hang foxglove from the back door by a black, knotted rope.
Only step outside during moonlight (no direct sun) for five nights in a row. Your shadow will reveal itself on the sixth.
NORA
Ifeel the weight of the trees as soon as I enter, the bony edges of the forest lunging out at strange angles.
We shouldn’t be here.
“Keep going,” Rhett urges from behind me, and I wave a hand out in front of me, feeling my way. My senses dulled, cotton in my ears. Usually I can traverse these woods with some sense of direction. But now the forest is too dark and colorless.
Thorns cut sharply across my hands, moss catches in my hair, and I can feel the trees inching closer, death creaking along each limb, the wind cold and severe.
The trees are awake.
“I can’t see shit,” Jasper remarks behind me. A line of us stumbling through the woods. And then I hear the click of something. A light sparking sudden and bright from Jasper’s hand.
He’s holding a lighter out in front of him, and the trees react instantly.
The woods hiss—like air escaping a basement that’s never known daylight—limbs moan and weave together, suffocating the moon above.
“Put the fire out!” I bark back at him.
The trees respond to my voice, the ground swelling and turning beneath us, roots seething.The forest is awake. It knows we’re here.
In the last bit of light before the small flame blinks out, I see the faces of the boys, of Suzy, and the strange panic in their eyes. The whites too white. Their teeth clenched. Mouths zippered shut. They weren’t expecting this—for the forest to move around us. For their hearts to tighten so quickly in their chests.
“Maybe we should head back?” I hear Lin say.
“We just got here,” Jasper says, the lighter gone dark in his hand.
“We’re not going until we find Oliver,” Rhett declares, but his voice is hoarse, like he’s trying to hide the nagging unease he feels. The cold that’s found him and won’t let go.
“Rhett, please,” Suzy tries. “I don’t like it in here. It feels like the trees are moving.”
The treesaremoving, uprooting themselves to shift closer.Awake, awake, awake.
“If we find him, then he’ll prove we didn’t do anything wrong,” Rhett says, his voice sounding desperate now. They need this. As if he thinks Oliver will somehow make it right, that Oliver is the key. “He can tell the counselors, and we won’t be in trouble.”
“He’s not here,” I insist, keeping my voice low, trying not to anger the woods. “We need to leave.” But when I swivel around, I have no idea where we are.We’ve gone too far, I think. But it’s not that—we’ve only been walking for a few minutes. The forest has changed around us, blocked the path back out.
The trees are awake.And they are moving.
“Look!” Jasper says too loudly, and I hear the quick shuffle of hisfeet. His silhouette drops to the ground, kneeling over something. I think maybe he’s hurt, but then he holds up his hand. “Gold,” he says.
