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Well ... now you delicious, translation of clockwork angel:
Prologue Translated by Pamee
London, April 1878.
The devil exploded in a shower of ichor and guts.
William pulled back the knife he was holding, but it was too late. Viscous acid demon blood had begun to eat away the shining blade.
swore and threw the weapon aside, landed in a dirty puddle and began to smolder, like a match off. The devil himself, of course, was gone, sent back to either have been the infernal world had come, though not without leaving a mess behind.
"Jem!" Called Will, turning. "Where are you? Did you see that? Killed with a bang! Not bad, huh? "
But there was no response to the cries of Will, his hunting companion had been behind him in the wet and dirty street a few times before, watching your back. Will was good, but Will was now only in the shadows. Scowled at anyone, it was much less fun assume without Jem to show off.
looked behind him, where the road narrowed into a hallway leading into the black water of the Thames
up and down in the distance.
Through the gap Will could see the dark silhouettes of the boats moored at the dock, a river of masts as a leafless garden.
Jemniště was not there, perhaps he had become a Narrow Street in search of better lighting. With a shrug, Will he'd come back.
Limehouse Street crossing, between the piers behind the river and the slums propagated to the west of Whitechapel. Was as narrow as its name suggested, lined with stores and buildings
crooked timber.
was empty at the moment, even the drunks had been staggering home from Grapes to the road, finding a place to collapse at night.
A Will Limehouse liked, he liked the feeling of being on the edge of the world, where boats went every day to unimaginably distant ports.
That this area was lair of sailors, and therefore full of gambling dens, opium smokers, and brothels
not hurt either. It was easy to lose yourself in a place like this. Not even bothered by the smell of it, smoke and rope [1] and tar, foreign spices mixed with the smell of dirty water from the River Thames.
Looking up and down the empty street, rubbed the sleeve of his coat across his face, trying to rub the ichor that stung and burned his skin.
The fabric was dyed green and black. He had a cut on the back of your hand as well, an ugly one.
could use a rune of healing.
One Charlotte, preferably. She was Iratze particularly good drawing.
A shadow detached itself from the shadows and moved to Will. He started forward, then paused. That was not
Jem, was a rather mundane police using a bell-shaped helmet, a heavy coat and a puzzled expression.
He looked at Will, or rather through Will.
However, Will was wearing a glamorous, it was always strange to see through it, as if there were not
. Will was caught by the sudden urge to grab the policeman's baton and watch while the man was moving around, trying to figure out where he had gone, but Jem had scolded the few times he had done that before, and though Will could never really understand the objections of Jem of the whole initiative, it was not worth bothering.
With a shrug and a flicker, the police moved beyond Will, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about giving up the gin before you actually start seeing things. Will stepped aside to let the man, then his voice rose to a scream:
"James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you bastard, unfair?
This time a weak reply answered. "Over here. Follow the magic light. "
Will moved toward the sound of the voice of Jem. Seemed to come from a dark gap between two warehouses.
A weak flash was visible in the shadows, as the light thrown a wisp [2].
"Did you hear me before? That demon Shax thought he could catch me with his big bloody claws, but they cornered in an alley ... "
" Yes, I heard you. "The young man appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the light of the lamp , even paler than it was normally, which was pretty, really. Her head was discovered, which immediately attracted to her hair Combines. This was a strange bright silver, like a shiny shilling [3]. His eyes were the same silver, and fine-boned face was angular, the delicate curve of her eyes the only clue to his estate.
had a dark stain across the front of his shirt, and his hands were heavily stained with red.
Will tightened. "You're bleeding. What happened? "
Jem bye with a gesture of concern Will. "It's not my blood." He turned his head towards the alley behind him. "It's her."
Will looked past his friend, in the deep shadows of the alley. In the far corner of it, there was a crumpled form, only a shadow in the dark, but when Will looked closely, she could distinguish the form of a pale hand, and a lock of blonde hair.
"A dead woman?" Will asked. "Any worldly?"
"A girl, really. Not more than fourteen. "
Around, Will cursed a large volume and expression. Jem waited patiently for it to end.
"If only we had spent a little earlier," Will said finally.
"That bloody demon ..."
"That's the peculiar thing. I do not think this is work of the devil. "Jem scowled. "Demons Shax are parasites, progeny of parasites. Wanted to drag his victim back to his lair to lay eggs in your skin while she was still alive. But this girl was stabbed repeatedly. And do not think it was here, either. Just not enough blood in the alley. I think she was attacked in another place, and dragged here to die of their wounds. "
" But the devil Shax ... "
" I'm telling you, do not think it was the Shax. I think the Shax chase, cazándola for something, or someone else. "
" The Shax have a keen sense of smell, "Will admitted. "I've heard of sorcerers who use them to follow the tracks disappeared. And it seemed to move with a strange kind of purpose. "Jem looked beyond, to the pitiful smallness of the form wrinkled in the alley.
"not find the gun, did you?"
"Here." Jem pulled something from inside his jacket, a knife wrapped in white cloth.
"It's kind of mercy [4], or hunting knife. Look how thin the sheet. "
Will took it. The blade was very thin, ending in a polished bone grip check. The blade and handle were stained with dried blood. Frowning cleaned the flat of the knife through rough fabric of his sleeve, scraping clean, until a symbol burned in the road, became visible. Two snake biting its tail to each other, forming a perfect circle.
"Ouroboros [5]," dijoJem, leaning closer to look at the knife. "One double. Now, what do you mean? "
" The end of the world, "said Will, still staring at the dagger, a small smile played on his mouth," and the beginning. "
pursed Jem brow. "I understand the symbolism, William. I mean, what do you think his presence in the dagger means? "
Wind River Will tousled hair, brushed it out of her eyes impatiently and turned to study the knife. "It is an alchemical symbol, not a witch or a underworld. That usually means human, worldly type of fools who think they deal with magic is the ticket to fame and wealth. "
" The guy who usually ends up in a pile of bloody rags in a pentagram. " Jem
sounded grim.
"The guy who likes to be on the lookout for the parties to the underworld of our beautiful city." After wrapping the scarf around the blade carefully, slipped into the pocket of his jacket. "I think Charlotte will keep the investigation?"
"Do you think you should trust the Underworld? The gambling dens, the dens of vice magic, women of loose morals ... "
Will smiled the way Lucifer was smiling, just before falling from Heaven.
"Tomorrow would be too early to start looking, do you think?
Jem sighed. "Do what you want, William. Always you do. "
Southampton, May.
Tessa could not remember a time when she had not loved the angel mechanic. It had belonged to her mother once, and his mother had been carrying when he died.
After that, it had been in the jewelry of his mother, until her brother, Nathaniel, I took a day to see if it still worked.
The angel was not bigger than the little finger of Tessa, a small statue made of brass, with bronze wings folded no larger than a cricket. He had a delicate metal face crescent eyelids closed and hands folded over a sword in front. A thin chain that snaked under the wings allowed the angel were worn around the neck like a medallion.
Tessa knew that the angel was made with clockwork because if it close to your ear, could hear the sound of the mechanism, as the sound of a clock. Nate had exclaimed, surprised that it still worked after so many years, and had searched in vain for a knob or a screw, or some other method by which the angel is able to wind. But there was nothing to find. With a shrug shoulder he gave the angel to Tessa. Since that time she never took it off, even at night the angel lay against his chest as she slept, her constant tic-tac, tic-tac as a second heart beat.
He held now, grasping it between his fingers, while the Main sniffing on their way between other massive steam seek to find a place in the Southampton pier. Nate had insisted on her arrival in Southampton, rather than Liverpool, which reached more transatlantic steam. He had said it was because Southampton was a much more pleasant to arrive, so that Tessa could not help but be a little disappointed this, his first visit to England. I was sadly gray. The rain drummed on a distant church tower, while black smoke rising from the chimneys of the ships and stained the sky and opaque. A crowd of people in dark clothing, holding umbrellas, was on the docks.
Tessa was trying to see if his brother was among them, but the mist and spray of the boats were very
thick for her to distinguish any person in great detail.
Tessa shook. The sea wind was cold. All letters of Nate claimed that London was beautiful, the sun shone every day. Well, Tessa thought, hoped that the climate there was better than it was here, because I had no warm clothes with her, nothing more substantial than wool shawl that had belonged to Aunt Harriet, and a pair of thin gloves. He had to sell most of their clothing to pay for the funeral of his aunt, knowing that his brother would buy more when he came to London to live with him.
A cry went up. The Main, its hull painted in glossy black, shone wet in the rain, had anchored, and tugs were plowing their way into the gray water up and down, ready for loading cargo and passengers to shore.
ship passengers flowed clearly desperate to feel land under your feet. So different from his
leaving New York. The sky was so blue, and a band had been playing. Although no one is there to fire her, that was not a joyous occasion.
hunched his shoulders, Tessa joined the crowd which landed. Raindrops stung his unprotected head and neck, and small ice needles, and hands, in their frivolous gloves were cold and wet with rain.
Upon arrival at the dock, looked around eagerly, seeking a vision of Nate. Almost two weeks since I spoke to the soul, keeping almost entirely herself aboard the Main. It would be wonderful to have her brother back to talk.
He was not there. The docks were filled with lots of room and all sorts of boxes and shit, including lots of fruits and vegetables are wilted and dissolving in the rain.
A steamer departed from Le Havre nearby, and wet-looking sailors swarmed around Tessa, shouting in French. He tried to move aside, only to be almost trampled by a crowd of passengers who disembarked in a hurry to take refuge in the station.
But Nate did not look anywhere.
"Are you Miss Gray?" The voice was guttural, with a heavy accent. A man had moved to get in front of Tessa. He was tall, wearing a black coat and a majestic tall hat, the brim of his hat would collect rainwater as a cistern.
peculiarly His eyes were bulging, almost bulbous, like a frog, her skin feels rough, like scar tissue.
Tessa had to fight the urge to shrink away from him. But he knew his name. Who could know your name here unless someone who knew Nate, too?
"Yes?"
"Your brother sent me. Come with me. "
" Where is he? "Tessa sued, but the man was already walking away. His pace was uneven, as if he had a limp from an old wound.
After a moment, Tessa picked up her skirt and ran after him.
He snaked through the crowd, moved up to a certain speed. People jumped to the side, muttering about their bad manners when he pushed with his shoulders to go with Tessa running to keep up with him. He turned abruptly around a pile of boxes and stopped in front of a big shiny black car.
were painted gold letters across its side, but the rain and fog were so thick that Tessa read them clearly.
The carriage door opened and a woman appeared. He wore a huge feathered hat that hid his face.
"Theresa Miss Gray?"
Tessa nodded. The bug-eyed man rushed to help the woman out of the carriage, and then followed another woman. Each of them immediately opened up an umbrella and took refuge from the rain. Then set eyes on Tessa.
were an odd couple, women. One was very tall and thin with a bony and haggard face. Her hair color was not dragged into a bun behind her head. He wore a bright purple silk dress, and dotted here and there with spots of rain, and purple gloves to match.
The other woman was short and plump, with small eyes sunk deep in his head, his bright pink glove stretched over his big hands made her look like the legs of colors.
"Theresa Gray," said the smaller of the two. "What a delight to know the end. I'm Mrs. Black, and this is my sister, Ms. Dark. His brother sent us to accompany her to London. "
Tessa, wet, icy, and bewildered, took her shawl tighter around her. "I do not understand. Where is Nate? Why not come himself? "
" was unavoidably detained by business in London. Mortmain could not do without it. Prior sent a note to you, though. "Ms. Black spread a bit of rolled paper, and moistened by rain.
Tessa took it and turned around to read it. It was a little note to her from his brother apologizing for not be at the docks to find it, and letting him know he was confident Ms. Black and Ms. Dark (call them the Dark Sisters
[6] Tessie, for obvious reasons, and they seem to find a nice name!) to bring it safely to his home in London.
were, as his note said, his patron and close friend, and had their highest recommendation.
That was decided. The letter was no doubt Nate. It was his handwriting, and nobody else called Tessie.
swallowed hard and slipped the note into his sleeve, turning to meet the sisters. "Okay," he said, struggling with his lingering sense of disappointment, had been so anxious to see his brother. "Are we going to call a waiter to bring my trunk?"
"It is not necessary, it is necessary." Cheerful tone was Mrs Dark gray disagree with his haggard features. "We've managed to send it in advance." He snapped his fingers and goggle-eyed man climbed into the driver's seat in front of the carriage. She put her hand on the shoulder of Tessa. "Come, daughter, let's get you out of the rain."
When Tessa moved toward the carriage, driven by the bony grip of Ms. Dark, the fog clearing, revealing the glowing golden image painted on the side of the door. The words "The Club Pandemonium" is intricately entwined around two snakes biting their tails to each other, forming a circle. Tessa frowned. "What does that mean?"
"Nothing we have to worry about," said Ms. Black, who had gone inside and had the skirt extended through one of the comfortable-looking seats. The interior of the carriage was richly decorated with plush purple velvet seats, facing each other, and gold tassels hanging from the curtains on the windows.
Ms. Tessa helped into the carriage, then climbed behind her. While Tessa
settled into the seat, Ms. Black was stretched to close the car door behind her sister, closing the gray sky. When she smiled, her teeth gleamed in the darkness as if they were made of metal. "Make yourself comfortable, Theresa. We have a great journey ahead. "
Tessa put her hand on the angel mechanic in his throat, taking comfort in its constant ticking, as the carriage lurched forward in the rain. ____________________
[1] refers to the ropes to tie the boat to port.
[2] A wisp (Latin ignis fatuus) is a phenomenon involving the inflammation of certain substances (phosphorus in particular) that rise from the animal or vegetable substances putrefaction, and form small flames
are walking through the air a short distance from the surface, especially in marshy places and cemeteries. They are pale lights that can be seen sometimes at night or at dusk. It is said that the wisps move back to approach them. There are many legends about them, making many reluctant to accept scientific explanations.
[3] The English shilling, a currency used in the United Kingdom until 1971, which amounted to one-twentieth of a pound, and, obviously, was silver.
[4] Also called Ballock or mercy was widely used in Agincourt (battle of the Hundred Years War). The latter nickname was because he used to finish off wounded incurable used in the field of battle. It was used as a last resort: a soldier who had lost their other weapons could approximate the knight in armor (at a distance so close that he could not use the halberd, sword or two-handed sword), stick to it and have mercy through the peephole of the hull.
This coup, if you lived long enough to strike, was fatal.
[5] The Ouroboros or Ouraboros, is the emblematic serpent of ancient Egypt and ancient Greece represented with its tail in its mouth continually devouring itself. Expresses the unity of all things, material and spiritual, which never disappear but change form in an eternal cycle of destruction and new creation, as represented by the infinity
[6] The sisters Dark referring to his surname, Dark and Black, dark and black, respectively.
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