City Of Brass Novel Novels & Stories

The season was finally mine. The Root and the Branch is going to be a story. The coming chapters will explore what happens with the law, in the city. We will see the Rossi Trust grow. We will see Hannah and Stephen work together as they go through their winter on the land. The kitchen was flooded with a golden light that made the sharp edges of my old life feel softer. In the city light came through glass and steel, artificial and cold made to help people look at spreadsheets and wear suits. Here it felt thick and almost touchable.

​Cassian’s POV ​The air in the Iron City tasted like copper and old soot. It was cold, but not the clean, biting cold of the North. This was a stagnant, artificial chill, the kind found in a cellar where the sun had never reached. I stood up, my muscles screaming in protest, and helped Winnie to her feet. She was still glowing, but the light was muted by the Abyssal bracers, turning her into a ghostly figure of pale emerald and silver.

They didn’t have magic. But they had something else. Their bond. Their will. Their strength. The silver inside me surged. Brighter. Stronger. It pushed through the poison. Through the darkness. The silver light spread through the foundations of the city. The blackness burned away. Turned to ash. One final flash of light exploded through the hall. Then it was gone. I collapsed forward. My forehead rested against the stone. My arms trembled. The silver scar glowed softly. The city was safe.

The wall still smoked. Spent brass glittered along the catwalk like a river of dull gold; heat shimmered off the Vulcan housings as crews hosed the barrels. Out beyond the floodlit kill zone, the city seethed and went still by turns, as if the streets themselves were breathing.

Sven wouldn’t take his eyes off Alkin, likely imagining a variety of gruesome ways the latter might perish. The city’s gates were massive, and took a few moments to open. While we waited, Ezekiel fed what looked like an oil can into his horse’s mouth. Then the riders of Mekra brought us into the city. Corkscrew spires cut into a sky of dark red steam alongside the crosses of countless churches. Laundry hung out to dry on wires. Black iron walls held barred, diamond-shaped windows. Roaches and rats scampered through the streets alongside sweaty, worn-faced men and women. The stench of unwashed flesh was unavoidable. The soot made my throat and nostrils itch. There was the perpetual sound of h

It seemed like a fire is blazing. He followed the blazing light that kept reflecting on the sky, every step he took brought him nearer and closer to a great town. It was different from his village. The wall and buildings had been made from bricks and they had carvings on them but they were all colored in black, the city had a gate, although it was opened wide. The gate looked heavy and very tall, more than the height of a man and it was made with metals. He touched the walls and his palm was stained with a black stinky coat. He didn't know what it was and he rubbed it off on his clothes.

Jeff is always his most abusive when he is at his drunkest. I am standing by the large window that looks out over the street, my glass in my hand, watching the lights from the cars and streetlights, seeing a few people walking along the sidewalk, wondering what sort of people are out and about in the city this time of night. No one who is up to any good, not in this neighborhood. The street is so far down from where I am standing, they look a bit like ants, though not quite as small. Pollution from the street lights hides the stars. The sky is an inky black with not even one pinprick of light leaking through the haze from the city. At Braxton’s house, you can always see the stars. Here, it’s

She recalled the first unusual event she had witnessed with Yada. The two of them decided to steal a car and head to Panama City Beach. It was spring break, and they figured they could have some fun. They were downtown near the warehouse district when a young man approached them. At first, everything seemed okay, and then it all went towards the twilight zone. The man grabbed Yada and tried to take her away. Yada fought him as best she could until he freaked out, slapping her face hard enough to send her flying across the alleyway. Jessica picked up a 2×4, striking him across the lower back. He twisted and launched her sailing in the opposite direction. Recovering just in time to see Jessica

“Let him look. After all it is the first time, he has seen the Imperial City. The city seemed to glow with its white marble buildings and great bronze and brass walls. Towers climbed up like a forest of stone and glass. A great bustle of people came and went in their daily routines all through the streets. Myllyof looked at Termâs and Jullious. “I think I’ll handle this.” He walked back to where Yvayn stood and turned. Standing beside his son he looked at the city before their eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like if this were the first time, he had ever seen the Imperial City of the Menians. He began to smile and stepped closer to Yvayn. “Amazing site, isn’t it?” He put his arm ar

He couldn’t know what it meant to be someone who’d been bought and sold and then asked to pretend you were okay. We crossed bridges and avenues where I’d never walked before. The city unrolled itself in a riot of neon and glass and small quivering lives. People were still arguing over taxis, lovers kissed in doorways, an old man clutched a bouquet and limped past a shuttered shop. It was obscene and beautiful.