fumes rise from abandoned mine shafts and mixes with the damp fog that drifts from the limestone cliffs. The air itself turns to acid. Even my kind shun the place. Go to the southwest, near the old library in the Forest of Lies. " The tiny demon bowed, dribbling wax onto the bone shards at his feet. "That information was free. The next will cost you," he said, waddling away down the beach. "Feel free to go back to your lust. I promise not to look. And enjoy your journey. " With a jaunty wave, Ashbliss was gone.
Forty Six
The Damned and the Gentrified
Spyder slipped on the remains of his jacket and followed the others.
They went along the road indicated on Shrikes braille map. Every step of the way, they crunched over the bones of other adventurers who had come for the book, but none of them talked about this. Spyder and Lulu led Shrike through tricky fields of loose rock. Looking after each other gave them all something to do, and the contact was reassuring.
"It wasnt supposed to be like this," said Shrike. "It wasnt supposed to go this way. Youre trapped down here, Spyder, and I dont know how to help you. "
"Then its best not to dwell on it," he said. Shrike reached out for him, but he walked on ahead, describing the scene to her.
"Were going through a slit canyon. The light is grasshopper green. There are strata of some pale orange and turquoise rock that glows like glass lit from the inside. Along the top of the canyon are the ruins of buildings. Theyre pretty crude rock and clay shells. They may be some of the first things the angels built when they landed here. No ones used them in a long, long time. The canyon walls are co
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