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When I finished, I turned and ran towards the city. I could feel that Noah was here and I wanted to see him. When people in the city saw me, there was nothing but shock, surprise, and emotions I couldn't read. The smell of blood is getting heavier and heavier, and the streets of the city are littered with human corpses. Vampires turn into ashes when they die, but none of those human bodies are intact. I covered my nose and ran forward quickly, the smell of blood was hard to bear and even a little hard to breathe.

The First City didn’t just wake up; it screamed. The sound was a tectonic grinding of quartz against basalt, a high-frequency vibration that made the marrow of my teeth ache. Beneath our feet, the floor of the High Balcony—once solid, indigo stone—rippled like the surface of a dark pond. The Bone King’s spirit, denied the vessel of Killian’s body, had retreated into the city’s very foundation, turning the "Silver Rise" architecture into a sprawling, sentient cage.

Then quickly my heart deflated as we stepped into the first class of the day- and the Monday reality came crashing in. Edward ditched lunch, he had some "stuff" to take care of apparently. So I spent the hour hunched over a sketchbook with Gi. "Wait wait wait- you're telling me this is a candid portrait?" "Still life," I corrected, "but yeah." I smiled at the drawn planes of Edward reading The Mortal Instruments, City Of Bones by Cassandra Clare. He looked so confused, and I knew exactly what page he was on that confused him so much. He had probably read it four times before looking up to me and speaking.

Slowly, everything was becoming right in his world. He lay in the absolute blackness, comfortable in the stone sarcophagus, and reached into his belt. He was satisfied to see his vial of bubonic plague had made the trip. He was delighted, in fact. He had enough live cultures of the plague around his waist to take out nearly the entire human population of the city, to wreak havoc, single-handedly, on an unimaginable scale. He would create so much human devastation and panic, it would surely bring Caitlin and her crew out, like rats from the sewers. Those pathetic vampires always came running to help when humans need it. It was so easy to bait them out, it was almost laughable.

The town was his for the taking. Kyle lifted his chin, listening, sensing, closing his eyes. He could sense Caitlin’s presence strongly in this city. And Caleb’s. Sam, he wasn’t so sure about, but he knew that at least the two of them were here. That was good. Now all he had to do was find them. He would come upon them by surprise, and, he imagined, kill them both quite easily. Paris was a much simpler place. There was no grand vampire Council, like in Rome, that he had to answer to. Even better, there was a strong evil coven here, led by Napoleon. And Napoleon owed him.

--- **The Crawling City** The echoes surge, not toward us-*into* each other. They fuse, bones snapping, flesh knitting into a grotesque metropolis that rises from the shore: towers of rib cages, streets paved with fingernails, a cathedral of fused skulls where the girl floats above an altar of coiled viscera. *"Welcome to the Sermon,"* she says, gesturing to the city. *"Where the Silence is *preached*."* Eden's breath hitches. "We need to go. *Now*."

Beneath the Bones The city stirred before the dawn. But the winds were wrong. It wasn’t just the howling cold of the coming storm it was deeper. A hum beneath the earth. A tremor that whispered beneath every cobblestone. It rattled doors. Frightened horses. Made even the strongest warriors glance uneasily at the ground. Aria felt it first, standing at the edge of the Moonwell. Something was shifting. Not in the air but in the bones of the world itself.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.