Tale Of Three Cities 소설 & 이야기

When I completed Quinn’s discharge procedures, Ronnie helped us book flights to the south. The day before leaving the city, at the far end of a hospital corridor, I saw Dorian one last time. He knelt beside his paralyzed mother’s bed, gaunt and hollow-eyed, like a walking corpse. We met each other’s gaze across the crowd. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Nevertheless, I didn’t stop. Holding Quinn, I turned and walked into the sunlight without looking back. All the love and hatred, the blood and betrayal were left behind with that flight.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

“Fuck. It’s us. All three of us. The bond.” The words hit me like lightning. The secret pull I’d always felt toward them—the way my wolf sang near them—suddenly roared awake. The rare triple mate bond. Legends made real. Kael’s golden eyes widened. “Mate. She’s our mate. All three of us.”

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

The other city, the one behind the Frontal city is where the citizens live, and by that, I mean, the rest of the Hunters population for North America. For their own protection, there is a stronger obstacle that prevent the any Vampire or Werewolf to walk in. Gypsies, however, I have no idea, as there hasn't ever been said that one has been able to walk in, but then, they are very rare and most of them don't even live as the rest of other beings. Anyway, back to the discussion, the other city named Third Orbit is a place where I, too, haven't been to. So, to this end, the discussion I would be having the Hunters king would be conversed in the Frontal city.

"Rest assured, sir. Once it's fully charged, I'll deliver it to you myself. I won't touch a thing!" When Felix returned, Ophelia's expression had grown much more serious. "Felix, do you know about the Three Forbidden Lands in Martial City?" Felix nodded. Of course, he knew. He'd just come out of Echo Cavern, one of the Forbidden Lands. "Yes. They're Echo Cavern, Corpse Town, and Misty Ridge." Anyone who entered Martial City was warned about them. Wandering into any of these places meant a near-certain death. "Mr. Hoffman sent me to Martial City ahead of time to study these Forbidden Lands," Ophelia said.

both Tenac and Sinhera said as one. “I’ll teach you” Sinhera told her, and Mary nodded a bit nervously. “Don’t worry, the water won’t be warm enough for at least two months. You will have plenty of time to get used to the idea” she continued and smiled at Mary. Mary nodded again and added a smile. They continued talking for a while about the differences between the two cities. The three riders didn’t have a good knowledge of Dermes, so Mary told them about the city. Eventually they handed in their cups and decided to go to the fabric stalls. Mary got a feeling that she recognised, a tingling at the back of her neck that she would know anywhere. She turned around and smiled.

“So, tell me about this infamous city. It sounds dangerous, which means you must love it there, right?” He surprised me by launching into a detailed description of the magical city he’d visited late last night, but what was even more jarring was that I held onto his every word. The way he spoke of the place, with a certain mischievousness, made me feel as though I were in on one of his many jokes. “The city of a Thousand Faces is indeed a dangerous place—some refer to it as a city of a thousand desires, of a thousand shadows loitering in the dark, but it holds a certain kind of unruly beauty you have to witness with your own eyes to understand.”

Lovecraft's city was a breath-taking sight, it was with its tall buildings made of glittering crystal and shimmering gold, that misty city, where it was a magical city, a place where anything was possible and where the impossible became real. Due to the fog, in which darkness comes with its darkest cases, no one imagines that while he was negotiating about strikes, a group of enemies of his lovers came to cause chaos, in search of a jewel that would be auctioned in the city during a great auction in the midst of magical events.