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.’‘I had parents.A real father, a real mother!’‘But you can’t remember them.’‘Because they died before the Chain even started!’‘How do you know?’‘Because what you’re saying makes no sense!’‘Grub, I know because you’re just like me.’‘What? You got a real family—you even got a brother!’‘Who looks at me and doesn’t know who or what he’s looking at.I’ll tell you who made me.An assassin named Kalam.He found me hiding with a bunch of bandits who were pretending to be rebels.He carved things on to my soul, and then he left.And then I was made a second time—I was added on to.At Y’Ghatan, where I found the fire that I took inside me, that now burns on and on like my very own sun.And after, there was Captain Faradan Sort, because she knew that I knew they were still alive—and I knew because the fire never went out—it was under the city, burning and burning.I knew—I could feel it.’ She stopped then, panting to catch her breath, her eyes wild as a wasp-stung cat’s.Grub stared at her, not knowing whether he wanted to hug her or hit her.‘You were born to a mother, just like I was.’‘Then why are we so different?’Moths fled at her shout, and sounds fell away on all sides.‘I don’t know,’ he replied in a soft voice.‘Maybe.maybe you did find something in Y’Ghatan.But nothing like that ever happened to me—’‘Malaz City.You jumped ship.You went to find the Nachts.Why?’‘I don’t know!’She leapt away from him, rushed off into the wood.In moments he had lost sight of her.‘Sinn? What are you doing? Where are you going?’The gloom vanished.Fifty paces away a seething sphere of flames blossomed.Trees exploded in its path as it rolled straight towards Grub.He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound emerged.The blistering ball of fire heaved closer, huge, bristling—Grub gestured.The ground lifted suddenly into the fire’s path, in a mass of roots, humus and mud, surging upward, toppling trees to the sides.A thousand twisted brown arms snaked out from the churning earth.The writhing wall engulfed the rolling sphere of fire, slapped it down as would a booted heel crush the life from a wayward ember.Thunder shook.The earth subsided, the arms vanishing, leaving nothing more than a slowly settling, chewed-up mound.Clouds of steam billowed and then drifted, thinning as the darkness returned once more.He saw her walking calmly towards him, stepping over shattered trunks, brushing dirt from her plain tunic.Sinn halted directly before him.‘It doesn’t matter, Grub,’ she said.‘You and me—we’re different.’She set off, and after a moment he stumbled after her.Never argue with a girl.It was a day for strangers.One was beyond his reach, the other he knew well.Taxilian and Rautos had prised loose a panel to reveal a confused mass of metal coils, tubes and wire-wrapped cables.Muttering about finding the necessary hinge spells needed to unleash sorcerous power, thus awakening the city’s brain, Taxilian began poking and prodding the workings.Crowding behind him, sweat beading his brow, Rautos ran through a litany of cautions, none of which Taxilian heeded.Last had devised a trap for the lizard-rats—the orthen—and had headed off to check it, Asane accompanying him.At the top of a ramp and in a long but shallow antechamber, Nappet and Sheb had found a sealed door and were pounding at it with iron-headed sledges, each blow ringing like a tortured bell.Most of the damage they likely inflicted was to their ears, but since neither had anything to say to the other, they’d yet to discover it.Breath was exploring the Nest itself, the now empty, abandoned abode of the Matron, finding nothing of interest, although unbeknownst to her residual flavours flowed in through her lungs and formed glistening minute droplets on her exposed skin.Vague dreams of producing children dogged her, successive scenes of labour and birth, tumbling one upon the next like a runaway nightmare.What had begun as a diffuse irritation was quickly building to an indefinable rage.Breath had been living inside the Tiles since creating them, but even she could not find the meaning she sought in them.And now the outside world was seeping into her.Confusion swarmed.And then there was the K’Chain Che’Malle drone.Climbing, drawing ever closer to this hapless collection of humans.The ghost drifted amongst his family, haunted by a growing trepidation.His people were failing.In some ineffable, fundamental way, they were pulling apart.Even as he had wondered at their purpose, now each one—barring perhaps Taxilian—was doing the same.A crisis was upon them, and he could feel the growing turbulence.They would not be ready for Sulkit.They might even kill the drone.And then all would be lost.He recalled—once, a thousand times?—standing on the deck of a ship, witness to the sea’s surface spreading out smooth as vitreous glass on all sides, a strange quality suffusing the still air, the light becoming uncanny, febrile.And around him faceless sailors scrambling, pale as motes—bloody propitiations to the Elder God, the bawling bleat of goats brought up from the hold, the flash of sea-dipped blades and twisted blankets of blood floating on the seas—all around him, such rising fear.And in answer to all of this, he heard his own laughter.Cruel as a demon’s, and wide eyes fixed on him, for they had found a monster in their midst.And he was that monster.I called storms, didn’t I? Just to see the violence, to draw it round me like the warmest cloak.And even the cries of drowning mortals could not break my amusement.Are these memories mine? What manner of beast was I?The blood tasted.good.Propitiation? The fools—they simply fed my power.I remember a tribe, corpses cooling beneath furs and blankets, and the stains of spite on my hands.I remember the empty hole I found myself in, the pit that was my crime.Too late to howl at its depth, its lifeless air, the deadness inside.Betrayed by a wife.Everyone laughing behind my back.For that, all would die.So it must be, and so it was.And I fled that place, the home I destroyed in the span of a single night.But some holes cannot be climbed out of.I ran and ran, and each night, lying exhausted, I fell back into that hole, and I looked up at that mouth of light far above, and I watched it ever recede.Until it winked out.When you see my eyes now, all you see is that deadness.You see the black, smooth walls.And you know that, though I look back at you, I see nothing that makes me feel.anything.I am walking still, alone on the empty plain, and the edifice I approach looms ever bigger, a thing of stone and dried blood, a thing eager to awaken once more.Come find me.Asane came staggering back into the chamber where Taxilian and Rautos still crouched at the gutted wall.Gasping, frightened, she struggled to find her breath, as Rautos turned round.‘Asane? What is it? Where is Last?’‘A demon! One lives! It found us!’They could hear sounds now on the ramp, leather soles and something else—the click of claws, the flicking hiss of a tail brushing stone.Asane backed to the far wall.Rautos hissed, ‘Taxilian! Get Nappet and Sheb! Quickly!’‘What?’ the man glanced back over his shoulder [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]