Wicked As You Wish

Book 1: A Hundred Names for Magic

by Rin Chupeco

Genres: YA Fairy Tales & Folklore

Synopsis

Many years ago, the magical kingdom of Avalon was left desolate and encased in ice when the evil Snow Queen waged war on the powerful country. Its former citizens are now refugees in a world mostly devoid of magic—which is why the crown prince and his protectors are stuck in...Arizona. Prince Alexei, the sole survivor of the Avalon royal family, is in hiding in a town so lame that magic doesn't even work there.

Few know his secret identity, but his friend Tala is one of them. Tala doesn't mind—she has secrets of her own—namely, that she's a spell breaker, someone who negates magic. But hope for their abandoned homeland reignites when a famous creature of legend, and Avalon's most powerful weapon, the Firebird, appears for the first time in decades. Alex and Tala unite with a ragtag group of new friends to journey back to Avalon for a showdown that will change the world as they know it.

Release date: March 3, 2020

Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire

Print pages: 436

Sample

1

In Which a Kiss Does the Exact Opposite

Tala’s power was negating magic. But since magic barely worked in Invierno, a dry, forgotten armpit of a town in Arizona, nobody really cared.

Turning people into frogs, though? That was weird, even by her standards.

Wordlessly, she watched the frog in front of her hop on unsteady legs, speeding away from her like it owed her money.

Five minutes earlier, it had been a freckle-faced boy named Mark Anthony Jones.

The wildest thing about the moment was not even the frog boy. It was that Tala was only the second most unusual person in Invierno, and the person with that coveted number one spot was standing next to her, looking on as his creation hopped about.

“He shouldn’t have picked on you,” the boy reasoned.

“Most of them do.”

She had watched Mark transform, already pudgy and toad-like by nature, into an even pudgier and more toad-like creature.

It was not the shocking experience Tala thought it would be. In fact, it had been almost satisfying.

“Sorry you had to kiss him,” she said.

“Yeah, well. I don’t mind kissing guys. Just this one,” the boy said as he wiped his mouth and then paused again before adding, a smidge too defensively, “Not like I kiss guys all the time.”

“You didn’t need to do that for me.”

“He called you a half monkey. That’s not right.”

Lots of things weren’t right, but people did them anyway. She shrugged, pretending like it didn’t bother her. “I get a lot of those.”

“I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Magic—hurl-a-fireball-like-you’re-a-wizard-from-the-Middle-Ages magic anyway—was banned in the Royal States of America. Anyone caught using it could face steep fines, imprisonment, and even deportation. The effects of magic had been devastating during the last war, and the fear still lingered.

Spelltech, on the other hand, was legal. Spelltech was the loophole—a spell that was cast on an item instead of on a person was all fine and dandy. Spelltech magic had more restrictions and less variety.

But even sanctioned spells like spelltech never seemed to work in Invierno, like magic didn’t want to be caught dead here either.

“I’m Alex…” A significant pause. “Smith. I live down the street.” The boy looked down. “Probably not the first meeting you envisioned,” he added, a little miserably.

He was still trying to keep up the pretense, though Tala knew who he was. Lola Urduja and her parents had been planning Alex’s arrival for weeks. Tala had been instructed to treat the prince like she would a normal person. As if she had friendships with other nobles to compare to.

But even then, no one had told her that Alexei Tsarevich, the last remaining king of Avalon, could turn people into frogs.

“I’ve never met royalty before, Your Highness, but it’s not so bad.”

She’d said the words softly, but he darted a quick, fearful glance around all the same. “You shouldn’t be saying that,” he muttered.

“I’m Tala Warnock. I live here.” She gestured at the house behind her. “Looks like we’re neighbors.”

“Warnock. So you’re Kay’s daughter?”

“Yup.”

Alex looked unconvinced, probably because Tala was short and brown as can be, and her father was a pale-skinned, bearded mountain.

“Well, he is my father. I look more like my mom.”

“People say I look like my mom too,” he said, and a bitter smile crossed his face.

“I’m sorry.” History books and Wikipedia had not gone into the specifics of his parents’ deaths, but Tala could only imagine. How do you offer your condolences to someone whose parents were killed when he was only five years old? How do you cheer up a prince whose kingdom had been literally frozen, seemingly for all of eternity?

A kingdom that had been frozen only a dozen years ago in the Avalon-Beira Wars.

It had been a battle to the death between both sides, ending with Beira’s ruler, the Snow Queen, missing in action and Avalon on ice and totally unreachable. Other countries hadn’t been exempt from the violence. What little was left of Wonderland had been further decimated. The explosions had set off tsunamis along Eastern Russia, California, Japan, and the Royal States’ West Coast.

It was a bad time to be Avalonian; refugees found within the Royal States’ borders were rounded up and deported without their day in court, magic-proficient or not.

“It’s not your fault.” He paused. “You’re not gonna tell, right?”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Tala promised and glanced down at the Mark/frog hybrid. They lived on a dead-end street few people bothered to go down, so it wasn’t like anyone else was watching. “But won’t he know?”

“Nah. He’ll change back in a few hours and forget everything.” Alex spoke wearily.

“How do you do it?”

“Always been able to. It’s a curse.”

Curses were the worst kinds of magic, the ones punishable by death. Magic worked using a system of equivalent exchange, her mother had explained to her once: the more powerful the spell, the more you had to give up to earn it, and the consequences varied from person to person. Only a month ago, the news had reported someone who’d cast an illegal fire spell and had nearly frozen to death in twenty-degree weather. Magic powerful enough to be classified a curse was the sort of magic world wars were fought over. It was the reason the kingdom of Avalon was gone, its sole surviving royalty missing and presumed dead and its citizens scattered and in hiding. A curse was the ultimate middle finger—someone would have to hate you badly enough to lay one on you at the cost of their own health.

Turning assholes into frogs didn’t seem like it was that powerful a spell, though Alex’s curse working just fine despite being in Invierno did suggest it was stronger than it looked.

“Well, Lola Urduja did tell you my secret, right? So we’re even.”

“What secret?”

Tala felt just a little bit insulted that nobody had cared enough to inform him about her. “Try turning me into a frog.”

He stared. “You saw what happened to him, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s not going to happen to me.” At least she hoped so. “Do you, uh, have to do it on the lips, or would a cheek or a forehead work?” This was her first kiss, but she was sixteen and old enough to dismiss the sentimentality of it. This was an experiment and a chance to brag more than anything else.

“No. It has to be on the—” Alex rubbed at his eyes. “Look. I’ve blundered my way through this enough for you to realize I’m gay, right?”

“Pretty much, yep. I’m not gonna propose to you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

He actually grinned at that. “Don’t blame me if you suddenly start chasing flies.”

It was only a quick peck, a didn’t-really-count-as-a-kiss kiss, not too unpleasant and over quickly. Tala didn’t turn green or develop bulging cheeks or discover a newfound urge to hop.

“That’s never happened

before,” Alex finally said.

Tala laughed, pleased with herself and also relieved. “Magic doesn’t work on me. It never has. My mom’s the same, but we’re not supposed to tell anyone. We call it an agimat, a charm, in Tagalog.”

Alex stared at her. “You’re one of the Makilings,” he finally said. “The spellbreakers. They’re the only ones with agimats.”

“Tala Makiling Warnock,” Tala agreed. Granted, Tala dela Cruz Warnock was what it said on her passport, since the Makiling name was an infamous one, and her parents knew enough about the system to have taken earlier precautions. “So you have heard of us.”

Alex said nothing for a full minute. But then his smile popped up like flowers after a long rain, and Tala had to muffle a squeak when he scooped her up in a hug. “Yes,” he said. “We’re even.”

And he began to cry.

It must be a strange kind of relief, Tala thought, to find someone you couldn’t accidentally damage for the first time in your life.

They were coconspirators now, so plans were carefully made. Mark the frog was carried back to his home where, two hours later, he woke up dizzy and disoriented on his front lawn, with a puzzling inclination to eat bugs.

The Jones family moved away not too long after that, and Tala was almost certain it had nothing to do with Alex and his curse.

 

2

In Which Carly Rae Jepsen Songs Make Excellent Training Tools

There was no real reason, in Tala’s mind, to make a big deal out of welcoming Prince Alexei Tsarevich, exiled Avalon prince and refugee, into Invierno. First, it made much more sense to celebrate leaving Invierno than coming to live in it. Second, Alex had been very clear about not wanting to draw any attention to himself, and a party defeated that purpose. Third, she still had sparring practice with her father that same night because he had refused to cancel. Nevertheless, the small gathering was to take place at Lola Urduja’s house next door. Which meant Tala had to deal with an audience full of titos and titas criticizing her every move, because that was what titos and titas did.

A Filipino party in Invierno was light on the decorations and heavy on the food. While Tala stood on her front lawn and focused on avoiding her father’s kicks and punches, the others set up a long table practically groaning with dishes. The savory smells wafting in from that direction were proving a huge distraction.

Her mother was hard at work, but not with the food. She carefully placed four hideous statues in the farthest four corners of their lawn.

Tita Teejay, who was also watching, shuddered. She accepted a plate of rice from Tita Chedeng, her twin, and set it on the table. “Lumina, we should probably buy some nicer-looking spells next year. These gnomes look terrible.”

“They belonged to my grandmother. And they’re not gnomes, they’re dwendes.” Tala’s mother manhandled another grotesque statue into place. “These are the only working camouflage spells I’ve got. Rightmart recalled the prettier ones, remember?”

“What’s important,” Tita Baby said solemnly, placing a bowl of bagoong sauce on the table, “is that nobody sees.”

“Eyes on me, lass!” Tala’s father roared when she turned to stare at one of the titos, a nondescript-looking man in khaki shorts and a bizarrely electric orange Hawaiian shirt, who was bringing out a whole roasted hog, skin fried to a reddish-brown perfection. He kicked her legs out from under her, and she yelped in protest as she went down. “Pay attention, Tally!”

“But how did they get their hands on a lechon?” she asked, astonished, even as she struggled back to her feet. Not that she was complaining—she could inhale all that delicious, crackled pork skin in one sitting—but she couldn’t even get a taco in this town without someone adding ranch dressing to it.

“He knows people who know some people,” Lola Urduja said primly, sweeping past with her cane and a plate full of sizzling sisig to add to the already growing pile of food. In typical Filipino fashion, banana leaves covered the table in lieu of plates and utensils. “Extend your arms farther, hija.”

“You can’t expect me to keep fighting when all this food is happening literally right next to me,” Tala whined.

“Five minutes,” her father allowed. “Five minutes where ye have tae dodge everything I throw at ye, an’ then a couple of rounds with yer mom’s spelltech.”

Achieving this was harder than it sounded, because Kay Warnock had shoulders built for war, arms and fists that looked right at home in a brawl, and a neck like a bearded battlement. Kay Warnock was a Scottish oak in human form, vaguely threatening in the casual way he loomed over other people.

“Did you know about that frog thing His Highness has?” Tala asked, trying to think of anything else but the food she wasn’t allowed to eat yet.

“Aye, but he’s not one tae talk about it, so I don’t. Arms up.”

“What happened to the last family that took him in?” Tala persisted. She’d been left in the dark about most of the details, including why the prince had moved to Invierno. Surely even royalty in hiding had better options. Tala’s imagination conjured up hidden

rooms within Monte Carlo casinos, private beachfronts in the Maldives, or maybe even magic-shielded apartelles along the Riviera.

“The Locksleys?” Her father snorted, then whipped out an unexpected right jab that she only just blocked in time with her wooden staffs. Arnis was a Filipino martial art that relied heavily on stick fighting. Her father, a Scotsman, had no business being good at this. “Got cold feet about hiding him, seems like. Poor lad’s a target everywhere he goes, an’ they’re too much in the news nowadays tae keep him safe.”

“Will they catch him here?”

“Not if I’ve anything tae say about it. Hopin’ he stays long enough tae enjoy the rest o’ his childhood. We’ve got a better chance at protecting him than those rich sooks.”

“Does that make Lola Urduja and the others Alex’s bodyguards?”

“Don’t let your lola’s age fool you. She’s good enough tae fight wi’ the Lost Boys, an’ there’s no one I know stronger.”

“Are we the prince’s bodyguards too?”

“If you can arse yourself enough to beat me for once, sure.”

“I’m getting better!” Tala protested.

Laughter sounded behind them; her mother was now laying out a dozen cell phones in a circle on the ground. “Then let’s see if you’ve perfected control of your agimat, anak.”

Tala looked a lot like Lumina Warnock, down to their short statures, long black hair, and flashing brown eyes, with dark skin more nature than sun. People were wary of Kay, but it was her quiet mother most people were afraid of.

Tala groaned but handed her arnis sticks over to her father. Magic didn’t work on her, but sometimes she could disrupt spells around her without meaning to. These exercises were to help her control it better. “Again?”

“If you’d like to help protect His Highness, you’ll be needing the practice. Shall we begin?”

The phones rose into the air, hovered five feet off the ground, and buzzed merrily as their antigravity, hands-free selfie spells activated, then began blasting Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe.”

“Now,” Lumina instructed.

Tala reached out toward the floating devices, felt the telltale crackle of energy in her hands. There were several spelltech apps installed in each phone, and she could taste each and every one of them. The sensation of mint-cool air on her tongue—that was the levitation spell. Another with a heady rosewood smell, coupled with just the hint of lilacs—a charisma add-on for texting. She ignored them, seeking out the spell that felt rich and buttery: the music app.

The song cut off abruptly.

It was one thing to stop magical devices from working within a given range. It was another to isolate and prevent only one spell within that device from working while keeping the rest active.

“Six o’clock.”

Tala allowed the phone at the six o’clock position to slip free from her agimat, and it resumed playing where Carly Rae had left off.

Alex stepped out of the house next door, nearly colliding with one of the titas armed with a bowl of savory sinigang soup. He followed her until she’d set it down on the table, nose twitching.

“No eating until we’re 

all ready,” the tita warned.

“He’s the guest of honor, ate,” another of the women scolded. “He can eat whenever he likes.”

“I’ll wait,” the prince offered, staring at the ring of mobile phones. “Lola Urduja, what are they doing?”

“Nine o’clock,” Tala’s mother continued.

Sweat shone on Tala’s forehead as she relinquished her hold, cutting off the six o’clock phone’s music. She changed direction, pulling back the curse surrounding the phone at nine o’clock, and the song sputtered back to life there.

“Learning to handle her agimat,” the old woman responded, inspecting one of the viands on the banana leaves. “She hasn’t quite mastered Lumina’s discipline yet, but she’s improving. Even in Invierno, they must be careful. Are these instant noodles, Chedeng?”

The plump, pretty tita with the soup bowl shrugged. “That’s the only thing the general can cook.”

“Chili calamansi,” said General Luna, like that solved everything. He was a tall, stocky man with a luxuriant mustache. His rank was an affectation more than an actual officer designation, but people still called him Heneral.

Lola Urduja sighed. “Chedeng, help your sister bring out the pinakbet, please. Heneral, assist Boy with the lechon.”

“His parents named him ‘Boy’?” Alex asked, amazed.

“Of course not. His name is Jose. Expert marksman,” Lola Urduja said. “He can’t hear, but he won’t need to, to take you out.”

“And if his name is Jose, then why is he called…” Alex closed his mouth, thought better of it, and waited a heartbeat before opening it again. “I know of the Makilings’ long-standing alliance with my kingdom and also of Maria Makiling, but I’ve never seen their work with my own eyes until today.”

“Then you are aware at the very least of the sacrifice Maria Makiling made when she chose this curse.”

In front of them, the general had produced a large cleaver, grinning. Boy wisely backed away, and the other man attacked the lechon with gusto, hacking off bite-sized pieces.

Lola Urduja continued. “How she deprived herself and her descendants of magic to prevent others from abusing theirs. It has served them well over the centuries, but not without cost.”

“You didn’t need to do all this,” Alex said.

“If it eases your mind, Filipinos will use any reason to plan a boodle fight like this one.” The woman gestured at the table spread. “You were just a bonus.”

“What I meant was, I don’t know if I can ask this again of any of you. I imposed too much on the Locksleys the last time. I’m hesitant about doing the same with the Warnocks.”

“Circumstances are different, hijo. The Locksleys are a little too much in the spotlight now, especially after their eldest married that poor Bluebeard heiress. They agreed it would be too risky to hide you for much longer.”

Alex studied the ground. “Sure. That’s the reason.”

“This is a quiet town, and it’ll be easier to keep you safe here. The Warnocks shall protect you, as will we.”

“But…”

“You ask nothing from us. It is our choice. Like the Locksleys and the Inoues and the Eddings and so many others.”

“Nobody cares,” the prince said, the words harsh and biting. “We protected everyone for centuries. But when Avalon was attacked, no one else raised a finger. They sat and watched my country freeze. They watched my parents die. All they want from me is access to the Avalon mines for our spells. They don’t care about any of my people still trapped within. If they’re even alive in there. It was always about the money.”

Lola Urduja spoke, weighing her words carefully against the silence of what she didn’t say aloud. “Few nations liked Avalon. Avalon was a constant meddler in politics, even if they always had the best intentions at heart.”

“I know.” Alex’s shoulders slumped. “Maybe if the firebird came for my father, things would be different. But it didn’t. And if it doesn’t for my eighteenth birthday, then Avalon is truly gone. What would the point of fighting be then?”

“Nothing is set in stone, Your Highness. And should the worst happen, well then, your life is worth more to us than just a prophecy or spell mines.” Lola Urduja paused before a package of soft cakes that had been set down on the table. “And what is this?”

“Puto and bibingka,” one of the titas said. “Where do I put it?”

“In that green can over there.”

“That’s the trash bin.”

“Exactly. What packaged food nonsense is this, Teejay? Is this from that vile Serendipity bakeshop again? Their puto tastes like cardboard, Diyos ko.”

“I bought it,” Kay volunteered, approaching the duo. “Thought I should contribute tae the fare.”

Lola Urduja passed a hand over her eyes. “Of course you did.”

“Your Highness,” the man greeted. “I hope yer not too overwhelmed.”

“I’m all right. Thank you.”

“My goddaughter is improving quite well,” the old woman noted.

“Still needs a bit more work,” Kay grunted, looking proud.

“If the firebird doesn’t arrive on my eighteenth birthday next year,” Alex persisted, “what happens then?”

Lola Urduja looked at him. “That’s for the Cheshire to decide. Kay, tell your daughter and my niece to take a break. I made dessert for later—real dessert—Tala’s favorite leche flan. Come, Your Highness. Let me introduce you to the rest of the troops.”

“I still don’t think she likes me,” Kay noted to his wife as she drew nearer and the other two moved away.

“You should have known better than to offer her dry puto to eat. Tita Urduja’s always been protective of me. And she trusts you, regardless.”

“It’s better than I deserve, I’d say.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She paused. “If we recover Avalon, will you be returning there with us?”

“Course I will. Anywhere you and Tala go, I go.”

“The Avalonians weren’t very kind to you the last time, Kay. I was afraid…”

“You of all people know 

they have every reason to despise me.”

“They shouldn’t. Not after everything you’ve done for them. And if they haven’t changed their minds, even after all this time…then I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Ah, lovely.” Kay turned so he could frame her face with his large hands. “Look at you. You’re beautiful as you’ve ever been. And me? I’m growing old, faster than I should be now that her magic ain’t up to snuff. It’s fading and taking its toll on what’s left of me. I’ll take the whispers about how I ought tae be dead, how I’m soilin’ the Makiling clan with my name. I’ll take all that and more, because it’s true. I’ve done things, love, and you know it. A lot of things I shouldn’t have done if I wanted real repentance, but I’d rather have their hate as long as I have your forgiveness.”

She kissed his nose. “If she’s alive like you fear, then I don’t want to put you in a position where you may have to kill her, mahal.”

He snorted. “You’ve always been too kind. I’ll do it without a second thought, if it comes down tae that.”

“Kay…”

“I don’t love her, Lumina. I don’t know if I ever did. I don’t know if it wasn’t just some spell dragging me along, making me do her dirty work all those centuries. It’s you I love, and Tala.”

“I know. But I don’t want to see you hurt either.”

“We don’t always get the things we want, mahal. Someone told me that once.”

She was smiling. “What would I do without you?”

“Be better off, probably.”

“That was two o’clock,” Lumina said without bothering to turn. “I asked for three.”

“Nineteen out of twenty isn’t bad,” Tala protested, already angling toward the table.

“We need perfect marks, anak, not a passing grade. It only takes one mistake to short-circuit Amtrak’s rail system, one accident to scramble air traffic control. And until you can show me full command of your abilities, we can’t risk any of that. We’ll try again after eating.”

“All right,” Tala said, already seated and reaching for a piece of chicharon bulaklak. “After I eat.”

“What’s this?” Alex asked, sliding into the chair beside her and taking a piece for himself.

“Tissue.”

“No thanks.”

“I meant this is tissue. Chicharon bulaklak is made by deep-frying tissue. Pork organs.” Tala popped it into her mouth while Alex nearly dropped his.

“What?”

“Squeeze some calamansi over it. Here’s some vinegar. If you’re going to be staying with Lola Urduja and the rest of the Katipuneros, you’re gonna have to get used to eating delicious food made from questionable animal parts.” Tala ate another. “You’re lucky,” she added. “Lola Urduja and Tita Baby are fantastic cooks.”

“She isn’t your real lola, though, is she?”

“It’s a Filipino thing. If she’s old enough to be your grandmother, it’s a custom to call her lola.”

“The other tita. Her name’s not really Baby, is it?”

“Course not. Her name is Joanne. Tita Chedeng is Mercedes, and Tita Teejay is Tiffany. You’ll get used to the nicknames. That’s a Filipino thing too.”

Alex gave up and tried the crispy tissue instead. “It’s pretty good,” he admitted, chewing, and had another. “How long have you been living next door to the Katipuneros?”

“Almost all my life.”

“And you know about who they are?”

Tala hesitated. “That they were a part of Avalon’s Sixty-Fifth Regiment, yeah.” The notorious Sixty-Fifty Regiment. Nicknamed the Underdogs for taking on missions with the lowest survival odds. These were the toughest fighters Avalon had to offer, and there were no better protectors for Alex.

Alex stared at his banana leaf plate. “Filipinos always had strong ties to Avalon,” he said. “There is—was—a huge Filipino population in the kingdom for as long as I could remember. I’m sorry we couldn’t save them. And now it looks like you all are going to sacrifice even more for my sake—hey!” Tala had picked up a piece of calamansi and squirted juice in his direction.

“Mum used to tell me about this thing they have back in the Philippines called bayanihan,” she said matter-of-factly, ignoring Alex’s glare as he mopped up his lap. “People used to live in bamboo houses. When families needed to move, they enlisted the help of the whole community to move their homes to the new locations.”

“You’re kidding me. How do you move a whole house?”

“It was all about community spirit. People pitched in knowing that if the roles were reversed, the family they were helping would do the same thing for them. Like it or not, you’re one of us now. And we always look out for our own.”

That made him smile. “Thanks.”

“There we go!” Tita Baby proclaimed, adding a tray of freshly grilled tilapia to the table. “Now we can eat!”

“Excellent,” Alex said as the others took their places. “I’m starving. Where’s the silverware?”

The Katipuneros traded glances with one another, looked over at the exiled prince of the kingdom of Avalon, and began to laugh.

* * *

“Am I the reason we’re stuck here?” Tala asked sometime later, once the leaves had been cleared and the leftover food carefully stored away in Tupperware containers. The Katipuneros were treating a very amused Alex to numerous renditions of Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” via the karaoke system they had plugged in.

She had asked variations of this question over the years and had never received a straight answer from her parents. Was her ineptitude keeping them from leaving? The thought upset her, though not enough to stop herself from cutting a huge slice of flan.

“Oh, anak,” her mother said. “It’s not that. There are far more factors involved than you think.”

“I mean, surely this town can’t be the only place where magic doesn’t work? There must be better places out there. Places where…you know…”

Places that weren’t stupid small towns that had stupid small-town kids and their stupid small-town parents, where the closest thing to variety was the tamale festival at nearby Somerton. Places in America where she didn’t have to stand out, where her mother and her side of the family didn’t have to look so different. So yeah, maybe Invierno wasn’t conducive to magic and that was good for a girl and a mother who negated spells on a daily basis, but surely there were nicer towns out there with the same hiccup?

Her parents looked at each other. Finally, her father reached out and gave her a quick hug. The mic had now been passed on to Alex, who was doing his best impression of Bruno Mars. The general was attempting to dance, to mixed reactions. “We stay because it’s right bastard hot out here,” her father finally replied, but that didn’t sound like much of a reason to Tala either. ...