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his reputation. Instead of the promotion Kal had expected all
those centuries ago, his name had been dragged through endless jeribs of worthless desert sand and buried so deep that even
Mudd was a better name than his.
    Well, Karma could be a bitch and she’d finally
bitten Faruq on the ass. The High Master’s vizier was currently
under lantern arrest for exactly what he’d framed Kal for, trying
to double-cross the High Master in an effort to gain the title
sooner rather than later, so the job was back up for grabs. As soon
as Kal was finished serving his next master, he fully intended the
position to be his. He hadn’t really wanted to leave the djinn
world because of its practices, but he also hadn’t want to be a
part of any world where Faruq was in charge.
    But if he could be… Gods knew, he’d worked
hard enough for it, but then that prick had come along and stolen
it so he’d wanted out.
    He should probably feel some pride in being
the only djinni who’d ever figured out how to remove the bracelets,
but if there was one thing these last two millennia had taught him,
it was that pride was a lonely bedfellow and a poor substitute for
losing his magic.
    “ You know what, Dirham? I would
like something.”
    The fox turned around with seven paintbrushes
sticking out of his snout. “Wwaah is ih?”
    Kal stood up, then stripped off his gym
shorts. He finally had a shot at getting the job; he might as well
look the part. Dress for the job you wanted, not the one you had.
“My uniform. The orange one. And don’t forget the
scimitar.”
    Dirham dropped the brushes. “Scimitar?” His
tongue snaked around his snout and not with the same enthusiasm as
it had for mist-paint. “Have I displeased you?”
    Kal shook his head and forced a smile to his
face. Dirham was the one being who still believed in him. Probably
because the fennec didn’t have a suspicious bone in his tiny body,
but Kal would take every supporter he could get. Which, as of now,
consisted of only one. “It’s been a while and I don’t want to lose
my edge.”
    “ Phew!” Dirham’s tail twitched
upright, a sure sign the little guy was happy. Some days he was so
happy he looked like a show dog determined to win Best in Breed.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
    Kal took a quick shower while Dirham was gone.
One more master; that’s all he had left. After two thousand years
of having his hands tied, with pewter cuffs instead of gold, an end
was in sight—
    An end that might come sooner rather than
later thanks to the orange smoke that began to fill his lantern.
Smoke heralded his transmission to the outside world, and that
particular shade of orange meant only one thing.
    He was about to get his last
master.
     
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    I Dream of Genies
     
    Matt Ewing was having a shitty day in a month
of shitty days—several months of them, actually—so when a
half-naked harem girl knocked him onto the sidewalk and ended up
facedown in his lap, Matt figured one of the shittier days of his
life had just gotten better.
    Especially when, raising himself up on his
elbows, he got the best view of curvy female ass this side of a
strip club: one covered in see-through pink gauze and sequins, with
tassels caressing cheeks that were tight and firm and just the
right size for his hands.
    Matt’s breath took a hiatus and, despite the
rain, his mouth dried up like a desert.
    Or was that dessert ?
    Matt shook his head. No, dessert was in the
bakery behind him, not the woman lying across him. He sat up just
as the trash truck by the curb pulled away with a groaning yawn,
something metallic bouncing out and clipping his ankle.
    “ Son of a bitch.” Well, at least
his wind had come back. He kicked the thing away and got a good
look at the