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What did hedo? Jo lets a tiny smile disturb her thin lips. There is a part of her that seems to relish these little interactions with her wifes hapless younger brother. She has made a small fortune since establishing her network of workplace consultants, scooping up dissatisfied educators and turning them into well-paid experts in impossibly tedious aspects of recruitment, marketing, consumer law and global logistics. Shes a named partner in the Belgravia-based firm but spends most of her life ensconced in her palatial office at the converted farmhouse half a mile further down the River Irt. Rowan has never understood how somebody so drearily strait-laced ever came into contact with his effervescent sister, let alone whisked her off her feet, married her and agreed to act as stepparent to her precocious child. Rowan is actually quite fond of her, although he doubts he will ever express it. He remembers how Serendipity used to be. You have to elaborate, Sumaira. Leithen dropped his gaze from hers, hiding whatever he knew.Theres been no change, my lady. Theres a— I dont even know what to call it. A ball, like smoked glass, with lights swarming all over the surface. It’s still there, down in the mausoleum. Nothing has gone in, nothing has come out. Five Holtguards and five Shistra-Phail man it at all times and I check their reports myself. I didnt answer, because I couldnt explain to Max the helplessness I felt getting bits and pieces of a puzzle I couldnt put together as I watched the body count rise. Here you go, says Julie, handing him her phone. Thats the piece she wrote for us. Violet, I mean. It might be useful. Very powerful. He steps back. Surveys each of us in turn. His gaze lingers on Freya and for a moment he seems about to speak to her. He stops himself: an almost imperceptible shake of the head. Raises his blasphemous roll-up and takes a drag. Proffers it to me. I find myself leaning in, nose and lip touching his dirty fingers. I inhale the profane offering. Freya, moving quickly, does the same. Jerens numb hands slipped from Ariahs and she stood helpless, her prayers jumbling together in her mind. She stood there, like one of the statues surrounding the Burgeoning Well at home, coldly beautiful façades of stone without a heart or breath. Her future, if she lost him. Gods help her, she couldnt lose him. She couldn’t! Dont ask. We sensed the Shimmering and came as soon as we could. Does she live? And let them hang you for a wilder? No. He would die before he left her again. He twists, suspended in the darkness: his arms two snakes joined at the mouth. He glares into the dark. Slowly, the shapes begin to come into focus. Catherine, croaks Violet, again. She stared into the distance, her jaw firming, her brow furrowing.We could lose them, she said at last. “There isnt time. New York, but notblockbuster New York. Not the city of CGI invasions and exploding skylines. The low budget underbelly. The alleyways, the bars, the street corners at the dead of night. A place teeming with souls; but on these streets contact was to be avoided, shunned…to be feared. Did the monster seek this place out to call home? Or did the darkness of the city spit her out, a nightmare abortion of hunger and shadow? She stared for another moment.But not enough to beat it? Youre police, yeah? he asked, his accent pure Glasgow. Thought youd come eventually. She left this. He held out the sack as if it were a bomb. Ive heard you’ve been asking. If you want my opinion she’s probably dead, but she might just have found a place to get him out of her head.” Rowan nods in the direction of the church. They fall into step, crunching over the pitted, damp floor. Ill make sure theres nothing to stop you. Not even Gilliad. Especially not Gilliad. My mother used to tell me it was gods tears after something horrible happened. Gabriel folded the map. She called the lightning and thunder his anger at the perpetrators who committed the act. Catherine sighs. Shes grown used to having her own personal echo. Every time she says anything even vaguely conformist, Violet takes it upon herself to imitate her. She wouldnt mind if it wasnt such an excellent impression. She even manages to get the slightly apologetic note into her voice; the sense that it’s an awful responsibility having to impart such bothersome information. Violet believes that Catherine has chosen to model herself on the wrong literary heroines. Whereas she feels a kinship for Cathy, for Jane Eyre, for Estella Havisham, Catherine has chosen to identify with Anne from the Famous Five..