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First Look: Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater (EXCERPT)
First Look: Sinner by Maggie Stiefvater (EXCERPT)
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No t Th e E n d , B u t R i g h t B e f o r e
I am a werewolf in L.A.
You asked why I did it.
Did what?
The whole thing, Cole. The everything.
You, hyperbolic you, dont really mean the everything. You
mean the last five weeks. You mean me burning down your
place of work. Getting kicked out of the only sushi restaurant
you liked. Stretching your favorite leggings and then tearing
them running from the cops.
You mean why I came back here.
That is not the everything, even if it feels like it now.
I know why you did it.
Yeah?
You just did it so you could say I am a werewolf in L.A.
Youre always telling me I only ever do things because they
will make good TV, or say things because I know theyll make
good lyrics later, or do things because I like the way I look doing
them. You say it like I have a choice. Things come in my eyes
Chapter One
col e
were halfhearted tents pitched over his red eyes. He was a dismal inhabitant of a suit unhappy to house him. Leon.
My cell phone was an insubstantial sun against my ear.
Leon is not a possible answer to that question.
Thats my name, he said.
Of course it is, I said warmly. I hadnt thought he looked
like a Larry, now that I thought about it. Not with that watch.
Not with that mouth. Leon was not from L.A., I decided. Leon
was probably from Wisconsin. Or Illinois. Dogs. Puppies.
His mouth deflated as he considered it. I suppose puppies.
Everyone always said puppies. Why puppies?
Larryno, Leon!stumbled over his words, as if he
hadnt considered the idea before. Theyre more interesting to
watch, I guess. Always moving.
I couldnt blame him. I wouldve said puppies myself.
Why do you think they get slow, Leon? I asked. My phone
was very hot against my ear. Dogs, I mean?
Leon didnt hesitate with this answer. Life wears them down.
f live : How long are you taking to write and record this
album? Its not long, right?
cole st. clair: I think its six weeks.
f live : That seems ambitious.
If you looked up ambition on Wikipedia, my photo was the
first thing that came up. I did have some material that Id written while sitting alone at camp in Minnesota, but it had been
strange to try to complete anything in a vacuum. No band. No
listeners.
Theyd come together in the studio.
cole st. clair: Ive got a vision.
f live : Do you think you ll stay in L.A.?
I wasnt particularly gifted at staying anywhere. But L.A.
was where Isabel Culpeper was. Thinking her name was a dangerous, obsessive thought-road. I would not let myself call her
until I had gotten to the house. I would not call her until I had
thought of a theatrical way to tell her I was in California.
I would not call her until I was sure she would be happy I
was here.
If she wasnt happy I was here, then...
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C h a p t e r Tw o
isa bel
Sierra, I said, did your parents ever explain photosynthesis to you? Its like this: When a plant and the sun love each
other very much
Christina is on her way, Sierra interrupted. Please, Isabel.
Endless smooches. Thanks.
Ah, Christina. The Christina. She was a very good spender
when she was in the mood, and she liked to be waited on.
Well, really she liked to know that she could be waited on if
she wanted it. She did not want to be hovered over. She did not
want to be patronized. She didnt want someone to hold a pair
of leggings for her. She didnt want to be asked if she wanted
to see it in champagne. She wanted a selection of attendants to
be present so she could make a point of not asking them for
anything.
So Sierra sent us all out to lean on the five pieces of furniture and examine our nails and text our boyfriends. All of us
blond little monsters. Bangs sliced jagged and frosty, eyes lined
kohl-black-sinister, lips bubblegum or cherry, all of us kissable
as a plane crash.
Although I had only been here a few weeks, I was very good
at this job. It wasnt that Sierras other monsters were bad at
elegantly folding tunics or boredly adjusting tanks on hangers.
It was that they didnt know that the secret to selling Sierras
clothing was to lounge on the stool near the front, not giving a
damn, demonstrating to every potential customer exactly what
the clothing would look like if they were to buy it and not give
a damn.
The other monsters werent good at this because they gave
a damn.
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Isabel.
I didnt look up. The Artemis leggings in charcoal sort of
do the same thing. When nobody moved, I lifted a limp hand
and jerked it in the direction of the Artemis collection.
Fifteen minutes later, Christina had bought two tanks, a
sisal belt, and two pairs of Artemis leggings, all for the price of
cut-rate tonsillectomy.
After shed gone, Sierra told me, You are such a bitch. She
slapped my butt fondly.
I didnt really like people to touch me.
I shoved off the stool and headed toward the back. Im
going to go sit with the orchids now.
Youve earned it.
What I had earned was a trophy for generalized disinterest. It felt as if it had taken all of my energy to be so limply
disengaged.
As I pulled aside the linen curtain to the back room, I heard
the front door open again. If it was Christina returning to make
a second effort at my leggings, I was going to be forced to get
loud, and I didnt like getting loud.
But it wasnt Christina I heard at the front of the store.
Instead, a very familiar voice said, No, no, Im looking for
something very particular. Oh, wait, I just saw it.
I turned around.
Cole St. Clair smiled lazily at me.
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