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After six months away from him, seeing his face was like looking at a memory.
I still wouldn’t have expected him to risk everything to save me. That was the kind of sacrifice you made for people, not property.
And words, my walker – well, words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.’
‘Matters of the heart are quite beyond me. Hearts are frivolous things, good for nothing but pickling.’
And somewhere, a god was in chains again, waiting for a golden thread to lead the dreamwalker to him.
‘The first time I came to London, I was terrified. All those layers of history and death – they made me feel like a morsel, swallowed whole by something that had never even seen me,’ Nick said. ‘After I moved here for good, I slowly came to realise that I didn’t mind being devoured. If I could just be part of London, I felt as if I could be anything, do anything. All I had to do was let myself be swept away.’
Inquisitor Mayfield had shut down many such establishments, believing that art propagated dissent. Give them paint, and they will paint over the anchor. Give them a stage, and they will shout out treason. Give them a pen, and they will rewrite the natural order.
London – beautiful, immortal London – has never been a city in the simplest sense of the word. It was, and is, a living, breathing thing, a stone leviathan that harbours secrets underneath its scales. It guards them covetously, hiding them deep within its body; only the mad or the worthy can find them.
‘Paige Mahoney.’ His voice was almost too soft to hear. ‘Good of you to come to my rescue.’
‘Warden, who did this to you?’
I love a reverse WHO DID THIS TO YOU!
Warden was still as stone. Beside him, I felt deafeningly human, each breath like a gale.
do me this honour: survive the night. I’m sure you’d rather not be rescued twice.
Warden held my gaze. ‘You were a force of nature in Oxford. I believe you can be Underqueen.’ He still looked at me as if he could see into the heart of my dreamscape.
‘If I could choose anyone on Earth, it would still be you, Paige Mahoney.’
Being enough had been nice while it lasted.
I’d love to help you out of the kindness of my heart, but my heart can’t pay for anything – unless I scoop it out and sell it on the black market, which would still only get me so much.’ ‘You cannot survive without a heart.’ Lucida looked to Arcturus. ‘Can she?’ ‘For the love of—’
