The Toymaker: Excerpts
“Oh,” Ashima said. “Is Lance dangerous?” she asked. It was taking everything she had not to tell Jasmine what Lance had done, to fight the feeling that someone needed to know in case it meant Lance doing something worse.
“He’s angry like a lot of people,” Jasmine said. “He’s just in a position to do something about it. Which, between you and me, I think makes him pretty dangerous. He had family killed by a wild goblin, you know.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. A brother, I think, and both parents. I heard it was bad.” Jasmine’s normally sardonic expression melted like ice left out in the sun. “They were torn limb from limb and Lance was the one who found them.” She set her cards to the side. “It’s easy to hate the goblins and still be able to talk about taking action against them nice and slow when you know your family is still alive. Like my family, all well and good and not in the city. When it’s because of the goblins your family’s dead, it makes you want to kill right back. There’s a lot of people who want to do more than take action. They want to end the goblins once and for all. Lance, he wants to do it now, and a lot of people are cool with that. They’re cool with whatever it’ll take to make that happen. They’re cool with saying to hell with everyone if it means seeing the goblins dead, and then someone else loses family because the goblins retaliate. Just one big cycle of anger, anger and more anger.”
“People can get pretty dumb when they’re desperate and angry. But we’re not all like that so, I don’t know, I guess it sort of balances things out,” said Jasmine, taking up the cards. “The thing is, something has to give, because someone is either going to do something brilliant or something stupid. That’s my theory, at least. Either this plan of Lance’s works or we all end up going to hell in a hand basket. Because we know, either way, that the goblins are going to be pissed about our new little weapon, and if we don’t take them down with one blow…” She shrugged, then shuffled the cards, set one out, and snorted. “The Fool. Wonderful. Describes us all to a T.” She held up the rest of the deck. “Sure there isn’t anything you’d like to know?”
Ashima stared at the cards as she picked at her biscuit. “Will I ever see my parents again?”
“Isn’t that why you’re here? To find them?”
Ashima nodded.
Jasmine looked at her deck of divinations. Sighing, she set the deck aside. “I hope so, kid.”
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