Nightfall (Keeper of the Lost Cities, #6)

by Shannon Messenger

“And Fitz is your boyfriend?” Sophie nearly toppled off the bed. “No! Why would you think that?” “Because you get all dreamy-eyed when you talk about him.”

“Well, yours is weird,” Amy told her. “And your world is even weirder.

“We really are under the ocean,” Amy murmured. “It’s so weird not having any sky.” “It takes getting used to,” Quinlin agreed. “The city lightens and darkens throughout each day to give some sense of the passing hours—and during the night cycle, the dome has a starlight effect that’s quite breathtaking. But plan on your body needing some time to adjust to the new rhythms.” “Do you ever see, like, sharks swimming by?” Amy asked.

In every photo her face looked scrunched with concentration, like she was trying to make sense of the world. Or maybe she’d been pooping. With babies, it was hard to tell.

“YOU KNEW GIGANTOR HAD A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?”

The air was somehow both disgustingly sour and cloyingly sweet, like curdled milk stirred with extra-sugary frosting. And it felt thicker, like Sophie could chew her breath—which was not a pleasant sensation.

“I assure you, I have no ulterior motive,” Bronte promised, turning back to the wall of windows. “I’m just an old fool longing for the past.” Sophie glanced at her friends, glad to see shock in their expressions, as if they were all thinking, Who is this stranger and what has he done with Councillor Bronte?

Miss Foster’s Telepath-Polyglot-Teleporter-Inflictor-Enhancer combination.” Ro blinked. “Wow. Now I get why everyone’s always trying to kill her.”