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➽ [Reading] ➿ Scar Night By Alan Campbell ➲ – Kdglass.co.uk Chapter One DILLTwilight found the city of Deepgate slouched heavily in its chains Townhouses and tenements relaxed into the tangled web of ironwork nodded roofs and chimneys across gently creaking la[Reading] Scar Night By Alan Campbell Kdglass.co.uk Chapter One DILLTwilight found the city of Deepgate slouched heavily in its chains Townhouses and tenements relaxed into the tangled web of ironwork nodded roofs and chimneys across gently creaking la Chapter One DILLTwilight found the city of Deepgate slouched heavily in its chains Townhouses and tenements relaxed into the tangled web of ironwork nodded roofs and chimneys across gently creaking lanes Chains tightened or stretched around cobbled streets and hanging gardens Crumbling towers listed over glooming courtyards acknowledging their mutual decay Labyrinths of alleys sagged under expanding pools of shadow all stitched with countless bridges and walkways all swaying groaning creakingMourningAs the day faded the city seemed to exhale A breeze from the abyss sighed upwards through the sunken mass of stone and chain spilled over Deepgate s collar of rock and whistled through rusted groynes half buried in sand Dust devils rose in the Deadsands beyond dancing wildly under the darkening sky before dissolving to nothingLamplighters were moving through the streets below turning the city into a bowl of stars Lanterns on long poles waved and dipped Brands flared Gas lamps brightened From the district known as the League of Rope right under the abyss rim and down through the Workers Warrens to Lilley and the lanes of Bridgeview lights winked on among thickets of chain Chains meshed the streets wrapped around houses or punctured them linking connecting weaving cradles to hold the homes where the faithful waited to dieNow all across the city sounds heralded the approach of night shutters drawn bolted with a clunk and snap doors locked buttressed padlocks clicked shut Grates slammed down over chimney tops booming distantly in all uarters Then silence Soon only the echoes of the lamplighters footsteps could be heard hurried now as they retreated into the shadowy lanes around the templeThe Church of Ulcis rose unchallenged from the heart of Deepgate black as a rip in the blood red sky Stained glass blazed in its walls Rooks wheeled around its spires and pinnacles Gargoyles crowded dizzy perches among flying buttresses balconies and crenellated crowns Legions of the stone winged beasts stared out beyond the city facing towards the Deadsands sneering grinning furiousLost amidst these heights a smaller stunted spire rose from the shadows Ivy sheathed its walls smothered one side of a balcony circling the very top Only a peaked slate hat broke completely free of the vegetation skewed but shining in the waning light A rusted weathervane creaked round and round as if not knowing uite where to pointClinging to this weathervane was a boyHe hugged the iron with thin white arms Tufts of hair shivered behind his ears His nightshirt fluttered and flapped like a tattered flag For a long time he held on all elbows and knees turning regularly with the weathervane studying the surrounding spires with uick nervous eyes His toes were cold and he was filthyBut Dill was happyWarily he stood upright The north south crossbar tilted under his bare feet moaned in protest Rust crumbled murmured down the slates below A flock of rooks broke around him screaming then uncoiled skywards to scatter among the gargoyles and jewelled glass Dill watched them go and grinned from one pink ear to the other AloneHe took a deep hungry breath and another and then unfurled his wings and let the air gather under his feathers Muscles in his back tightened Blood ru.

Shed through his veins reached into his outstretched wings The wind buoyed him tugged him playfully daring him to let go He leaned out and threw back his head eyes bright The weathervane spun him like a carousel An updraught swelled under him He flexed his wings straightened them and pulled down on them His feet lifted and he laughedSomeone hissedA hooded figure hunched at a window yellow lantern raisedDill scrambled to clutch the weathervane to his heaving chest He folded his wings tight and dropped to a crouch heart thumpingThe figure hovered for a while the shadow of its cowl reaching like a talon over the temple s steeply canted roofs Then the figure lowered the lantern and moved awayDill watched the priest s shadow flit over the glass before the same window went dark A hundred heartbeats passed while he clung there shivering How long had the priest been there What had he seen Had he just then happened to pass by or had he been hiding there in the room waiting watching spying And would he inform on Dill The tracery of scars on Dill s back suggested he certainly might I didn t fly I wasn t going to fly He d only unfurled his wings to feel the wind That was all That wasn t forbiddenStill shaking Dill climbed down from the weathervane and suatted where the moss covered cone capped the surrounding slates At once there seemed to be watchers hovering at every window hooded faces scrutinizing him from all around unseen lips whispering lies that would find their way back to the Presbyter himself Dill felt blood rise in his cheeks He tore free a scrap of moss and feigned interest in it scrunching it in his palm without feeling it examining it without seeing it As he let it go the wind snatched it and carried it out over DeepgateIt was said that once you could have stood on the lip of the abyss and peered into the darkness below the city with nothing but the foundation chains between you and the fathomless depths A sightglass perhaps might have offered views of the ghosts far belowbut not now The great chains were still down there somewhere hidden beneath the city that a hundred generations of pilgrims had built But time had seen cross chains cables ropes girders struts and beams grow like roots through those ancient links Buildings had been raised or hung bridges and walkways suspended until Deepgate had smothered its own foundationsDill lifted one calloused foot and thumped it down A slate shattered under his heel He picked up a fist sized chunk of it and swung his arm to throw it at the window But he stopped in time The windows were old maybe even as old as the temple and the foundation chains As old as the roof tile he d just broken he thought miserably Instead he hurled the slate into the sunset and listened hard to hear whether it hit anything before falling into the abyss beneath the cityGlass shattered in the distanceHe flopped back not caring if he crushed his feathers and gazed past the twinkling streets to where the Deadsands stretched like rumpled silk to the horizon Purple thunderheads towered in the west limned in gold To the east the Dawn Pipes snaked into the desert and there a ripple of silver in the sky caught his attention He sat upAn airship was purging its ribs for descent venting hot air from the fabric strips around the liftgas envelope Turning as it descended it lumbered toward the Deepgate shipyards abandoning the caravan it had escorted in from the river towns The caravan threaded its way between water and waste pipes the camels trailing plumes of sand Behind the merchants a line o.

scar download night free Scar Night PDFEPUBShed through his veins reached into his outstretched wings The wind buoyed him tugged him playfully daring him to let go He leaned out and threw back his head eyes bright The weathervane spun him like a carousel An updraught swelled under him He flexed his wings straightened them and pulled down on them His feet lifted and he laughedSomeone hissedA hooded figure hunched at a window yellow lantern raisedDill scrambled to clutch the weathervane to his heaving chest He folded his wings tight and dropped to a crouch heart thumpingThe figure hovered for a while the shadow of its cowl reaching like a talon over the temple s steeply canted roofs Then the figure lowered the lantern and moved awayDill watched the priest s shadow flit over the glass before the same window went dark A hundred heartbeats passed while he clung there shivering How long had the priest been there What had he seen Had he just then happened to pass by or had he been hiding there in the room waiting watching spying And would he inform on Dill The tracery of scars on Dill s back suggested he certainly might I didn t fly I wasn t going to fly He d only unfurled his wings to feel the wind That was all That wasn t forbiddenStill shaking Dill climbed down from the weathervane and suatted where the moss covered cone capped the surrounding slates At once there seemed to be watchers hovering at every window hooded faces scrutinizing him from all around unseen lips whispering lies that would find their way back to the Presbyter himself Dill felt blood rise in his cheeks He tore free a scrap of moss and feigned interest in it scrunching it in his palm without feeling it examining it without seeing it As he let it go the wind snatched it and carried it out over DeepgateIt was said that once you could have stood on the lip of the abyss and peered into the darkness below the city with nothing but the foundation chains between you and the fathomless depths A sightglass perhaps might have offered views of the ghosts far belowbut not now The great chains were still down there somewhere hidden beneath the city that a hundred generations of pilgrims had built But time had seen cross chains cables ropes girders struts and beams grow like roots through those ancient links Buildings had been raised or hung bridges and walkways suspended until Deepgate had smothered its own foundationsDill lifted one calloused foot and thumped it down A slate shattered under his heel He picked up a fist sized chunk of it and swung his arm to throw it at the window But he stopped in time The windows were old maybe even as old as the temple and the foundation chains As old as the roof tile he d just broken he thought miserably Instead he hurled the slate into the sunset and listened hard to hear whether it hit anything before falling into the abyss beneath the cityGlass shattered in the distanceHe flopped back not caring if he crushed his feathers and gazed past the twinkling streets to where the Deadsands stretched like rumpled silk to the horizon Purple thunderheads towered in the west limned in gold To the east the Dawn Pipes snaked into the desert and there a ripple of silver in the sky caught his attention He sat upAn airship was purging its ribs for descent venting hot air from the fabric strips around the liftgas envelope Turning as it descended it lumbered toward the Deepgate shipyards abandoning the caravan it had escorted in from the river towns The caravan threaded its way between water and waste pipes the camels trailing plumes of sand Behind the merchants a line o.

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