The Hod King (The Books of Babel, #3)

by Josiah Bancroft

Boskops inhabited the seventeenth ringdom of Boskopeia.

He leapt at the rope, catching it with enough force to swing far out into the darkness. He half expected to strike a wall, but there was nothing at the limit of his flight except a second of suspension, a moment of absolute stillness. Then he began to fall back the way he’d come. He twisted about to face his fate and found the beast had reared onto its haunches in anticipation of his return. It occurred to Senlin he had turned himself into a cat toy.

think we’d both rather the Tower become a mausoleum than a crater. Certainly, it’s preferable to murder a few hundred thousand than to preside over the end of the species.”

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Sometimes a wheel squeaks not because it is faulty but because it bears the most weight.