r borrowed from a friend in Hell, moving unseen through streets alongside spirits, angels and mythical creatures that inhabited the other Spheres. Shrike directed Cornelius to the tangled streets of the Medina, and they retraced the route Primo had taken them just days before. Seems like a century, Spyder thought, as Madame Cinders compound came into view.
Fifty Nine
At the End of the Day, Luck always Fails
"You lose my Gytrash and bring me back this useless deviant?" rasped Madame Cinders.
"One, we didnt lose him. He was our friend and he was killed trying to get that damned book for you," Spyder said. "Two, we didnt bring Lulu back for you, lady. You dont deserve her used panty shields, much less her. And three, if you think deviants are useless, we must know real different deviants. "
"Give me my book. "
"Youre very fucking welcome. "
Theyd entered Madame Cinders fortress without bothering to wait for her servants to open up. Spyder had Cornelius kick his way through the front gates. The splintering wood and old iron hinges twisted and smashed with a very satisfying amount of noise. Ten of Cinders guards ran into the courtyard, but backed off immediately when they saw Spyder and the others climbing down from Cornelius back. They strolled straight through Cinders palace and up her tower with Cornelius guarding their rear. No one gave them any trouble.
It was a tight squeeze, getting Cornelius up to the top of Cinders tower. He had to turn his great mechanical body sideways and crab slowly up the stairs, his head scraping the top of the passage the whole way.
"Give me my book," repeated Madame Cinders.
Spyder ges
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