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“Probably no one,” Marla said. “It’s probably automated. I bet there’s a little model<br />
train in Bethany’s lair, and a bit of sympathetic magic to make the big train follow the<br />
path of the little one.”<br />
“That would be one way to do it,” said a voice from the far end of the car, closest to the<br />
engine. “But actually I just piggyback on the city’s electrical system and run my train<br />
the old-fashioned way.”<br />
Marla stood and faced the woman who’d emerged from the engine car. “Bethany, I<br />
presume,” she said.<br />
“And you must be Marla Mason. Trouble follows you. And, lucky me, here you are.”<br />
12<br />
B ethany slid the door shut behind her. She smiled, and made an odd clicking sound—<br />
after a moment Marla realized it was the sound of Bethany tapping her teeth against the<br />
ring in her lower lip. Bethany had no shortage of piercings, along with more extreme<br />
body modifications. She was pale, tall, and slender, with black hair pulled back tightly<br />
into a ponytail. Her eyes were yellow, and had horizontal slits, like a goat’s—either<br />
she’d undergone a transplant to give herself permanent bruja eyes or she was wearing<br />
novelty contact lenses. Short horns emerged from her forehead, just above her eyes,<br />
wholly subcutaneous implants, probably metal, that added to her devilish appearance. A<br />
large silver ring hung from her nose, like a bull ring, and smaller rings adorned her<br />
eyebrows and lower lip. Her earlobes had stretchers in place, though the lobes weren’t<br />
very big yet, merely the size of quarters. Light scarification decorated her cheeks—what<br />
looked like Maori designs, though Marla didn’t know enough about such things to<br />
determine their significance, if any. Bethany had brands on her bare upper arms, and a<br />
choker of thorns was tattooed around her throat. Small metal implants—ball bearings,<br />
horseshoe shapes, and blunt spikes—dotted her forearms and the backs of her hands.<br />
She wore leather pants and a leather halter-top that, Marla assumed, covered other<br />
bodily embellishments. “Come into the engine car, and we’ll talk,” Bethany said, and<br />
Marla noticed that her tongue was split for part of its length, and that the underside was<br />
not connected to the bottom of her mouth, which created an illusion of extraordinary<br />
length that accentuated the forked tongue’s serpentlike quality. Bethany turned to lead<br />
them into the engine car, revealing a crisscross of leather cords running up her back,<br />
threaded through hooks implanted into the skin on either side of her spine.<br />
There were magical advantages to such extreme bodily modifications, Marla knew,<br />
especially in the realms of transformative magic. Bethany had altered her body’s<br />
original definitions significantly, which would make it easier to shift into other forms.<br />
Based on the design of her train, however, Marla suspected that Bethany’s principal<br />
motivations for her bodily ornamentation were cosmetic.<br />
“Where’s the train headed?” Marla asked, following Bethany into the engine car. This<br />
compartment was more like a comfortable living room than a train car, with lounge<br />
chairs, a couch, a flat-screen television, and ranks of humming black component<br />
electronics. A small control panel with sterling fixtures stood beneath the curving front