Under The Bridge Book Review Novels & Stories

They were approaching the Sector Boundary Bridge—the massive, double-decked suspension bridge that connected the wealthy, glittering Sector 4 to the industrial hellscape of Sector 5. Below the bridge, a thousand feet down, was the "Dead Zone"—a tangle of rusted pipes, fog, and forgotten infrastructure that led down to the Undercity. "Maya," Ren said, his voice calm, betraying none of the terror screaming in his chest. "Do you trust me?" She looked at him. She looked at the terrified man who had bought her a castle and then burned it down in the middle of the night. She saw the blood from his nose drying on his lip.

He looked up and saw that he was underneath some sort of rotting bridge, and he scrambled into the shadows, recessing further and further back. Finally, he could breathe again, and slowly opened his eyes. He took stock of his surroundings, and could tell right away that he was in London. He was, in fact, under the London Bridge, a bridge he could recognize anywhere. He looked up and saw the rotting wood underneath it, saw the huge, stone foundations on the other side, saw the parade of boats passing through the Thames. He recessed further, deeper underneath the bridge, and rats scurried to get out of his way. Deeper and darker in the shadows, he was beginning to feel more like himself.

Havermouth, Present Time The bridge they’d entered on was underwater. Their police escort scooted his bike back to the window. “In the Ute,” he said leaning in the window. “It’s possibly doable, but I wouldn’t want to try it, myself, and the old train bridge is still open on this side, well above water. It’s like they say, they don’t make them like they used to.” “Very true,” Talen agreed with a vampire’s appreciation for the past.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a dozen people, including those who were just hit by her, climbed up from under the broken bridge! They ignored Sienna who was in the car and headed directly for the kid! “Grab him! Don’t let the kid get away!” Sienna looked down. The broken bridge was just less than three meters high; there was a stream filled with weeds at the bottom. It was no wonder why those few people fell without much injury. Lightning struck, and there seemed to be a mouth that was torn open in the dark night sky. The momentary light reflected everything underneath, as well as the broken road where there were four or five people who were in a pool of blood.

she called in an echo as she entered the smoke of darkness. I had second thoughts. Once I go through that darkness, there’s no out for me. I closed my eyes and remembered Carissa. This was for her. I entered and immense heat tortured my skin. “Don’t waste time, Hen. Your next question?” Everything looked pretty normal until I looked down. An instant heart attack hit me when I discovered that we were on a wide bridge made of hardened coal and ash but it wasn’t the bridge that scared the heck out of me. It was the river of lava we were right above.

I suddenly stopped when I noticed that under the bridge there was a river, it seemed deep. I walked to the middle of the bridge and I stayed there, to behold the place here I just heard the water noise colliding with the rocks, birds singing and the sound of leaves being blew by a gust of wind, this place would have been great if my mother or my sister was here. But it is him. Only him. In a quick movement I get across from the other end of the bridge, holding strong from the bars of the bridge. It is not like if I would like to throw myself, but I was in posture to do it. I just wanted to see how it felt to make something like that.

I concluded while asking the demon to pull the hotdog footage again. As I was trying to flip the screen, my eyes fell on the shadows on the bridge. It was long and narrow, connecting both the buildings of the Underworld. No one was allowed there since the competitions were on the ground. "I found something." ***

“Don’t you get bored down here all on your own?” “Oh no. Never. Have you seen what’s waiting up there? Thank you, but no. No, no, no.” A humid wind swept across the bridge. Where it came from this far beneath the surface was anyone’s guess. The background roar was even louder now. I peered over the side but couldn’t see anything. The sea below sent up spray to confirm it was there. It tickled my face. Fresh water, by the taste of it. The bridge didn’t reach the opposite side (it wasn’t even clear if there was one), it ended at an island. Or rather, a pillar of rock with a large opening in it. A shimmering wall covered the entrance with streaks of golden light racing up and down it.

The bridge should not have existed. It looked like something forgotten—thin, uneven, carved from stone that had no business holding weight across a chasm that deep. Pale light burned far below, shifting slowly like something alive beneath the surface of the world. Amber didn’t trust it. But she trusted what was behind them even less.“Go!” Raymond ordered.

Per Beta Jansen’s command to check the sturdiness of the bridge we built. Well, if it doesn't go well, we’ll basically be picked up as drowned corpses in the unrelenting river below. Good thing we managed to cross and return in one piece. As I hoped, the bridge remained solid under our feet. Thank the Moon Goddess for that. Although I wouldn’t mind if Alpha Cain’s car will pass here and eventually find himself dropping in a cruel height and plunging into the Marianne River dramatically. It would be a fucking great scene to watch, I suppose.