Chapters (41)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Map of Seattle
- Contents
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Epilogue
- Tor Books by Cherie Priest
- About the Author
- Copyright
“It’s not a good idea. It’s a plan someone else gave you, and you’re sticking to it because it’s the easiest thing to do.”
Zeke rolled his eyes and started walking along the wall. “Can’t you two get along for ten whole minutes? I don’t know what your problem is.”
“This guy, he’s the problem,” Rector said.
Huey retorted with a “Shut up.”
This once, Rector did so—but not because of the command. It was his turn to hear something, out in the fog. “Guys? What’s that?”
From back in the fog somewhere in front of them, a voice called back. “Silly boys. You’re making enough noise to wake the dead. Or call ’em to supper.”
Princess Angeline stepped forward out of the filthy mist, a close-fitting mask covering her face—though her eyes showed, and her silver hair was left to flop around her shoulders. She wore a pair of canvas pants, and a jacket that was buttoned all the way to the top, stopping just under her throat. Slung around her chest was a bandolier that held a row of small throwing knives.
Houjin perked up immediately. “Miss Angeline!”
“Hey there, fellows. You’re a little far from home, ain’t you?”
Zeke said, “Yes, ma’am, but we’re on a mission.”
“What kind of mission?”
Rector stepped in, since the mission belonged to him. “We’re checking the wall for holes. We think the rotters are getting out, and animals are getting in. We know the men out at King Street have been watching their end of the wall, so we thought we’d start at this end.”
“That’s either brave of you, or dumber than homemade sin.”
“A little of both?” Zeke tried. “We were getting ready to head back to the Vaults. We’re thirsty and hungry, and we haven’t seen anything except for one sick fox.”
“Aw, a fox? That’s a shame. You saw it wandering around up here?”
Houjin said, “Yes, ma’am. We chased it off.”
Angeline put her hands on her hips and cocked her head thoughtfully. “It’s not a bad idea. Not the bit about the fox, but the bit about a hole in the wall. Should’ve thought of it myself, but I’ve been in and out of town a lot. My grandson is getting married out in Tacoma, so I haven’t been around so much.”
“Didn’t know you had a grandson,” Zeke said with a touch of awe.
“I do. But that’s beside the point. You think we have a hole?”