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CAN'T FIND A RATIONAL EXPLANATION TO A MYSTERY? CALL IN THE QUIET COUNCIL. The mysterious and glamorous Lady De Winter is one of their most valuable agents. A despicable murder inside a locked and bolted room on the Rue Morgue in Paris is just the start. This whirlwind adventure will take Milady to the highest and lowest parts of that great city - and cause her to question the very nature of reality itself.
Extra! Extra! Read all about it – for the first time, also includes "Titanic", a short story from the Lost Files of the Bookman Histories.
File Under: Steampunk [ Alternate History | Reptilian Royalty | Murder Most Foul | The World's Fair ]
left bank of the Seine, exiting through an Employees Only door of a hotel on Rue de la Bûcherie. She felt a sense of urgency now, a need to find the missing women, to begin to answer the questions that were growing, sprouting like grey-capped mushrooms all over her post-mortem investigation. Who were the black-clad assailants in Montmartre? Who had killed the man called Yong Li? Were they the same people? It seemed unlikely – unless they already had the object in their possession and wanted to
him," Milady said. A shrug. The eyes hostile, still taking her measure. She sat down slowly, faced Mademoiselle L'Espanaye. "I'm waiting." "Don't know what you want me to tell you." Sullen. "Sometimes we take on lodgers. To help pay the rent, see. Even a shithole like Rue Morgue costs. Don't know nothing else." She'd had enough. "We have your mother next door," she said. "Would you like to see her?" She had gone back to the alley. A guard on the street, no one inside. In the shadows,
of him?" "I think," she said, "that he had indeed met with Captain Li." "Yes. My people have not been as diligent as they should have. We have not been able to locate him in time." "Did you kill Yong Li?" The old woman smiled, then shook her head. "No. It would have made things simpler if we had. And you and I wouldn't be talking." "Do you know who did?" The smile disappeared. "No. We need to find out, and we need to retrieve the object. It must be destroyed." "I need to know
pole rising from the turrets. Gargoyle-faced edifice… And now she saw they were not, as was common, lizardine, but something different. And she wondered what Ampère really knew, and had he ever been east, for they were shaped like grey and faceless ghosts. She walked through the drops and reached the door and banged on it. She heard movement inside. She could see how this place would have appealed to the murderer – but she did not expect him to be there. She waited and Ampère opened the
They were not still. Restless, the deformed figures in the coffins writhed and fought to escape. Silver strands oozed across their dead and bloated bodies. A device, she thought again, recalling her dream, the temple on the Mekong, and the man who looked a little like her, who looked at her… a machine for recording the dead. Or did they fail to understand it entirely? There was a rustle in the shadows and she nearly jumped. She turned, heart beating, gun arm extended – jade-light showing