lit brazier, reeked of decay.  or somebody else come goed peacefully, bat lig about ts, I’d say, “, dear Fat before going to sleep. Raising ly, ake t  of my er bearer never  for anyto my eyes as o do  my fat, I ed to avoid looking at  time, goaded by ted to see how gruesome he’d become.

    I timidly returned to t of anger. e struggled in t of the candle,

    t  really a struggle but ratation of a struggle. e o eacoucs. t resembled tional state t Nizami o , like S “Continue” hem so hard”?

    “I refuse to sleep in til t devil-of-a-man is found, until my fat,” I said.

    As I fled t. I’d spoken in suc must’ve seemed I ed to  I’d said—pere urned to dust on ch.

    As soon as I   out into the hallway.”

    “Did you go out?” I said, and made as if to slap him.

    “ and hugged her.

    “ go out,” said ire time.”

    I s look  after my fatell s, and t t, taking advantage of tunity, ry to control me. S stop t ry to place to me, to   in divine lig, doing tly at ed S onto my lap and kissed him.

    “I’m telling you, S  out into the hallway,” Orhan said.

    “Get into bed, you t me get betell you tory of tailless jackal and the black jinn.”

    “But you told  to tell us a story about jinns,” said S. “ ell us tory tonight?”

    “ill t ty of the Forsaken?” asked Orhan.

    “Yes t city airs and cory.”

    “I  fall asleep,” said Orhan.

    “o sleep tonig.

    “In tigo your mot. tle feet are these?”

    “Mine,” said S. “here will hayri