pyder asked.
"Uptown Saturday Night," said Shrike.
"You know some weird shit, girl. "
"I just remembered the name. That happens here. "
As they walked along the masonry concourse beside the canal, Spyder asked, "Earlier, why did you say that were lucky we followed the river?"
"There are four entrances to Berenice. Water, air, fire and earth. Fire is the memory of violence and war. Air is the perpetual hurricane of anger and lost souls. Earth is a freezing mountain of despair and fear. "
"The memories of the drowned are like the welcoming arms of your family compared to what lives in those other places," said Count Non.
"Wonder what would happen if I dropped a bunch of Alka Seltzer in back there?" asked Lulu. "Would it piss those drowned guys off or make em feel better?"
Thirty
A Universal Joke
Their clothes dried quickly in the bright sun, and by the time they reached one of the great boulevards that divided Berenice into its local parishes, no one would have guessed that theyd had to swim into the city.
From the interior, Berenice was much more impressive than it had seemed on the approach. At each corner of the boulevard was a whitewashed ziggurat topped with a gilt sun, angled to catch the light at different time of the day. Crystal globes hung from polished street lamps. Spyder counted a dozen large bronze statues to different gods on the one street. Who knew how many there were on the others? Handsome residents came and went from temples and tailor shops, butchers and herbalists, paying no attention to the travelers. The street on which they stood was paved with pale pink flagstones, b
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