Chapters (79)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Praise for Destroy All Monsters
- Books by Sam J. Miller
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
“With no word yet on her whereabouts—and in light of recent violent incidents all over the city—the Darkside Police Department has been conducting raids on known othersider gathering places.” Ms. Jackson sounded as unhappy as we were, about this abuse of authority. “Queen Carmen has so far not responded to Commissioner Bahrr’s call for a sunset curfew on all othersiders, and while the police department has no power to take a step like that without royal approval, the commissioner maintains that the city charter does grant him full authority to ask all uniformed officers to conduct random stops of Darkside citizens, and detain any othersiders for further questioning—”
Ash switched the radio off.
“He can’t do that,” I whispered.
“He’s doing it,” she said. “He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, and the Shield finally handed it to him. If I hadn’t—”
“Stop saying that this is your fault,” I said. “This city was full of hate and fear long before the Night of Red Diamonds.”
She did not look convinced.
“We have to get in touch with your mother,” I said.
Fifty-Five
Ash
After the fifth time I nodded off, standing there in the darkroom with my fingers in the tray of stop bath, I decided I needed a nap. Solomon said that sounded like a great idea. We went up to my room, spooned together on the bed. I set my alarm for two hours.
What I needed was some good deep empty dreamless sleep, but as soon as I shut my eyes I was . . . somewhere else.
I was not in my bedroom. Not in Hudson.
Solomon and I still lay together. His forehead was still pressed into the back of my neck. But we were in a weird little hut that smelled like sweet milk tea. And there were birds calling outside that sounded like no birds I’d ever heard.
I got up and went to the window. Thinking I was ready for what I would see.
I was not ready.
Not for the massive bridge that arced overhead, a hundred times bigger than any bridge in the real world. Not for the old woman pushing a shopping cart, accompanied by a velociraptor. And not for the little kids practicing magic, summoning up images of monsters.
The other side. Where I was the Refugee Princess.
And it wasn’t just the world around me that was different. I was different too. I felt it inside. Some of it felt like weird fuzziness, as if I was drugged or half asleep.
Some of it felt . . . amazing. My arms tingled.
And I could see things. Whatever I wanted to see.
The Truth, even.
I lay back down beside Solomon. Still asleep, he wrapped his arms around me again. I shut my eyes to breathe in the smell of him. Of this moment.
I cannot keep you safe, I thought.