Circles & Crossroads: Two Robin Archer Tales
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These are the first and second stories of Robin Archer, the half-Fae charged by the Fairy Queen to protect human children from human predators. With snark, a gun, and a touch of magic, Robin works at the edge of human law to save kids.
AND ONLY THE EYES OF CHILDREN: When a child is abducted, the police can't act fast enough to save her. Robin Archer can. (This Pushcart Prize-nominated story was originally published in FAE.)
ORPHAN HEIRS & SHADES OF NIGHT: A Halloween tale! When children start disappearing from a Halloween festival, Robin recognizes crimes from another time.
"I'm neither human nor monster, yet both. Unlike most survivors, my freak doesn't show so obviously. I can pass on a human street, even if I can't in the Twilight Lands.
"That doesn't mean it doesn't affect me, though."
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Circles & Crossroads - Laura VanArendonk Baugh
The fairies went from the world, dear,
Because men's hearts grew cold:
And only the eyes of children see
What is hidden from the old...
— Kathleen Foyle
And Only the Eyes of Children
YOU’VE PROBABLY HEARD of the survival of the fittest? It’s where things first broke down. An immortal doesn't have to be fit for anything; he’s going to survive anyway. Immortality was evolution’s biggest screw-up, and any ecosphere worth its salt is going to do its best to make sure an immortal never breeds.
But they try.
Oh, how they try. And sometimes they succeed, after a fashion, and they spawn things. And those things become stories, because they’re too horrid to be real, so they must be stories, they must, and thus we have fairy tales and horror films and unconfirmed internet stories of shocking infants in third-world countries, with photos quickly taken down after human rights advocates protest that no one should be gawking at tragedy like some sort of modern day freak show.
Human
rights. Heh.
But though the immortals try to breed, they generally can’t. And thus, the Fae fascination with children.
It even hits me sometimes. Right this moment, for example, I was completing a perimeter check of a park playground and settling on a park bench. I pretended to check email on my phone, but I wasn’t really seeing anything I was scrolling because I was too busy sneaking peeks at the kids playing on the slide and swings. There were five of them, three girls and two boys, and most were strangers until the game of tag started through the autumn leaves. And it’s all I could do to stay on the bench instead of jumping up to join in.
I didn’t, though. A hundred years ago, a stranger could stop a stroll and play a few minutes with kids and everyone would have a good time. Nowadays people start calling police and shouting Stranger danger!
if you so much as wave at a kid or give him a high five, forget chasing him giggling around a park.
And that’s kind of a bad thing. Not only for all the little kids who grow up paranoid and nature-deprived and utterly dependent, but because all those jonesing Fae can’t get their tiny little hits of child through frequent, harmless interaction, and some of them finally snap and just take one.
Almost two thousand kids a day go missing in this country. Think about that a second, okay? Every forty seconds. If you’re reading this at average speed, that’s six kids since you started. (Sorry, Fae personalities also tend to obsessive counting.) About half of kidnappings are family abductions, and half of what’s left are acquaintance abductions. We don’t have anything to do with those; that’s your own mess, humans.
But about twenty-four percent of kidnappings are stranger abductions, and a very few—okay, three percent if we’re counting, and I always am—are Fae-related. Most of the time, those children are found a few days later, unharmed and a little confused (or assumed to be). Most of the Fae who like kids—really really like them, I mean, and not just to eat—are pretty good about returning them nowadays.
But the other stranger abductions are entirely human in nature, and that’s where I come in.
My phone rang—Blondie’s Call Me
—and I took the opportunity to look across the park and watch the kids in a totally natural manner as I answered. Hello, Jimmy.
Have you seen the news?
I hadn’t. I have a Google Alert set and of course Twitter on my phone, but I was watching the kids. Not yet. What is it?
Amber Alert just went out. Little girl, age seven. Taken from her front yard.
Not a typical abduction, or Jimmy wouldn’t have called. Where?
Out this way. I actually know the family a bit; they come in every week or two.
Jimmy owns the Steer & Beer, a little dive over on the east side. He serves more root beer than beer, and he makes a mean Black Cow. He also fancies himself a marksman. Actually, he shoots Expert at local matches, which is two ranks above Marksman, but whatever.
You know them enough to figure this isn’t a family matter?
Her parents are together, and while I obviously don’t know much, the police don’t seem to be looking for any relatives.
Bells and breadcrumbs, this was likely to be a serious one. And by serious, I mean there was a decent chance she’d been taken by some pervert-pander for sex trafficking. It’s a bigger thing than most people want to admit. Are you at the Steer now?
Meet me here?
I’m on my way.
I hung up and stood, and no one noticed. I’m one of the rare half-breed freaks myself, though not of the type to get an OMG!!!1! photo on the internet. No, I’m lucky enough to pass on a human street—which conversely means I’m pretty unlucky on what passes for a street in the Twilight Lands. So I tend to spend most of my time here.
Exactly here, in fact. This is a good place for us. What, you don’t think of Indianapolis as being a particularly supernatural city? That just means we’re keeping under the radar. I know, New Orleans and Chicago and places get all the arcane press, but think for a second. Indianapolis has two affectionate sobriquets: the Crossroads of America,
for its prominent location on first the National Road and later several interstates, and the Circle City,
for its efficient, nearly ritual, circle and grid layout.
Crossroads and circles, people, right in the advertising. If you can’t find the Fae in that, I can’t help you.
I made my way to the Steer & Beer, where Jimmy had an enormous fried pork tenderloin waiting for me. As I walked in, he removed the overturned plate keeping it warm and then mixed ice cream and Coke into a Black Cow, setting it on the counter. There’s no land like the Old Land, but there are certain advantages to the American Midwest.
What are we looking at?
Jimmy nodded toward the small television hanging at the far end of the room. Not a lot of details yet, but it looks like she disappeared about an hour and a half ago. From the front of the apartments, like I said.