Genie In A String Bikini -

“Shalimar. Genie, djinn, wish-slinger—whatever floats your boat.” She flicked a hand, and a tiny umbrella drink appeared in Zara’s palm. “Don’t drink that. It’s a metaphor.”

Zara didn’t ask any questions. She just went back to knotting cherries, listening to the seagulls tell lies about the tide. Genie in a String Bikini

“You little menace,” she said, with something like affection. “That’s the first original wish I’ve heard since the Bronze Age.” “Shalimar