Maybe if I had not read so much, did not know so much, I wouldn’t see how we live now as a horror. But I think it is just that. The Library, in its terror of losing a grip on us, has crushed us instead. Maybe the dwindling number of children born with quintessence is a sign that the Library’s stranglehold is destroying us, and that the Library’s days are numbered.

For myself, I should have never let them take my son away from me, or allowed them to take all those sons and daughters we still mourn. I hate every moment of my life as the jailor of this prison. I hate even more the necessity to follow these rules or be replaced by someone much, much crueler.

I am resigned to my fate. No matter what it costs, I will try to make it right in the end.

Keria Morning

Obscurist Magnus

In what I pray will be the last days of the Iron Tower.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Arriving in the Iron Tower was not what Jess expected, though he hadn’t known what to expect, really. Guards seizing him? A sphinx pinning him down with a crushing paw? He did not expect to find himself coming awake in a garden of fresh, flowering plants: English roses, tulips from Holland, a blooming cherry tree from Japan gently shading the low, padded couch on which he lay. The rich, gentle scent of flowers and herbs filled the air, and he breathed it in over and over. It settled his stomach and filled him with a kind of calm he hadn’t ever known before.

Jess rolled off the couch and to his feet, and felt only a little unsteady—mostly from the beating he’d taken back in Rome—and saw an Obscurist sitting on a nearby folding chair. He was an older man, with handsome, sharp features that spoke of Eastern Europe, possibly Russia, and he nodded calmly at Jess. “Put the weapon down, please,” he said. “You may, of course, keep it if it makes you comfortable. Just don’t point it at me.”

Jess was still clutching his weapon in a nervous grip, but the man’s quiet assurance made him feel a little ashamed of that. He angled the gun down. The Obscurist nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Now sit down. There’s tea.”

The garden room stretched high in an arch, but it wasn’t open to the sun; light poured in from windows that circled the round walls, and from them Jess saw the familiar layout of the city of Alexandria—this time from a very great height. The only building that rose higher was the Serapeum, and he could see the tip of the pyramid stretching up another giant’s reach above this place.

The garden around him spread out huge and bursting with colors, and it gave him a sense of the incredible scale of this tower. He’d always known it was huge, but never quite this large.