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At least until he heard what James had to say about it. “Welcome, everyone, to the House of the Deceased,” James said. “I won't spend too much time talking out here, since most of the good stuff is actually inside. But I will tell you a few things that you might find interesting. First off, for those of you who didn't know, New York is said to be the most haunted city on the entire planet.” The crowd drew in a breath in unison and everyone looked at each other.

Inez's P.O.V New York is the place I never dream of, but my dream person is here in this city, and I know that I will never be able to see him in my whole life. New York is the city of joy for tourists, the city of sleepless nights for jobbers, the city of dreams for teenagers, and the city of toys for the mafia... It was Sunday evening when I was on my way to the park. That's the only place where I can see genuinely smiling faces in this city.

New York isn’t just a city — it’s a world of its own. It was one of the worst winters we’d had. A deadly storm swept through the city — a mix of biting winds and heavy snow. Keeping calm felt impossible as the weather clawed at my spirit. As I walked home, fingers frozen deep in my coat pockets, all I could think about was a hot cup of coffee. There was something comforting about coffee shops in New York. The smell of fresh brews wrapped around you like a warm hug. It was no surprise people came there to make big decisions — over a latte, a quiet sigh, or to feel less alone, surrounded by strangers chasing their own dreams.

Alina pov New York city had always been on my bucket list– a dream wrapped in chaotic roads, and the endless crossroads. The city where the billboard was the talk of the town, crawling in the sky. I wanted to visit for a long time but after my dad passed away we didn't go for a single trip.

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He stood on the roof of a crushed taxi in the middle of Times Square, his massive white paws denting the yellow hood. The city was a graveyard of glass and steel. Billboards flickered with dead advertisements, casting a pale, sickly light over the wolves prowling the asphalt below. Thousands of them. New York was no longer a city of people. It was a concrete jungle where the air smelled of exhaust, old blood, and the metallic tang of the Eternal Moon. "Vic! Say it!" Elodie’s psychic howl shoved against his mind.

– she says to herself after putting on her belt. - You are very thoughtful. You don't think you'll find that idiot, do you? You know that New York is very big. - Sometimes, the world is too small, let alone New York. - For God's sake Saphira. The state of New York has almost 20 million inhabitants. New York City has close to 8.5 million people. You think that you will find that man among so many people. Who is he? Tell me. - What makes you think that among 20 million, you know him? Forget Sophia. You are right. I can't see him without looking for him, and I'm not going to look for him.

“I don’t want you traveling alone and quite frankly, I’m too spoiled now to travel without you. Besides, it’s a matter of robbing Peter to pay Paul.” Across the table, Evelyn giggled. “I’m going to remind you that you admitted being spoiled. Will there be the ruckus at the train station like there was when we were leaving?” Andrew gave a muffled snarl of displeasure. “I should hope not. Among the star-studded population here, we’ve been far too mundane to be of much interest by comparison. New York City is an entire other animal than Los Angeles though.” “That hadn’t escaped my attention,” she replied drily. “I can see the appeal for you in living here.”

“The conventions I attend are usually so dull compared to all this.” “This is relatively small. You should see the BookExpo America at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City. That one is about three times the size, but for your debut, I believe this event is perfect. You’ll have a better opportunity to talk to people who are interested in your book and not just looking for freebies.”

He had been carrying a great deal for weeks and sleep was the one thing he couldn't manage by intelligence or preparation. In the car from the airport I looked out the window and let the city come in. It was different from London in a way that went beyond geography. London held things in, kept them close, made you work for its information. New York put everything on the surface immediately, the noise and the scale and the absolute refusal to be anything other than entirely itself at full volume. I had loved it once, as a student, for exactly that quality. I loved it now for a different reason.