City of The Uncommon Thief (Audiobook)
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be warned. A fragrance rises from the sink. The recipe is equal parts blood, gull sewage, tears, the spit of a dying barred on the soot from a sputtering headlamp. This day has not gone well. Homer would never find himself here, squatting on a ledge in an earth and shaft scratching plot on a scab of parchment with a quill yanked from a chicken's ***. I'm glad for him. Let him ply his trade on the other side of the wall. Homer of it, Virgil. They're all there, no doubt barred Ng together around a blazing fire, unfurling high tales of heroes and Olympians. I'm sure they have no trouble keeping a safe distance from their own plots. So glad for them. I fling all my good wishes to them from my pit. However, for any tales that occur on this side of the wall and that involved a shafted bard, there is odd Thebes. Despite all of my best efforts, I I'm he. The scratches of this plot begin with a game of cards, a felony theft on a pair of missing pelts on the roof of Thebes. It was the fifth of Gonza. Five of us were well into a round of Ma and Tall wins Tent. When our roof Master Maric Thebes called us for body count, I abandoned the perfect hand to grope my way across the flat expanse of our roof. In the cloud that had lain thick is a kitchen sponge on us and stinking official week. Our clothes were sucked. I could see nothing but white, not the IRT or the Earth below us. Not one of the 999 other guild towers of our city, not even the snot dripping off my nose Marik paste. Inside the IRT, he felt an evil lack. Felt it in his teeth, he said. We counted ourselves off and found his teeth to be correct. There were merely 15 of us. The two who were missing were pelts from a group who had come up that morning. Maret dispatched us to find them. New runners always go missing. How can anything prepare them for that first full day on a tower roof? And yet there are so few places to hide on Thebes 17 tense 17 trunks, a common your TTE attend kitchen on the Boggs. It's tempting in the first days to go down to find permanent relief from the vast, too beautiful sky in the grim tedium of the guild tower below. I felt my way to the great and woke the hatch guilder beneath it with the jab. Two runners gone, I yelled before that, if you could even mark them, did they bribe their way home? That's a dark question to wake me with, he growled. Scratching is another's Look for yourself. The hatches locked. A no pimple faced homesick runners paid me to slip home through it. It's a misdemeanour for you runners to come home. You know that as well as any. Actually, what he said was foul and darkie, walking and guilder look atyou, actus locked and not push cabin gelled. Sec. Rooney's five Mai two slip Mom home 20 N The Bears. It is a foul crim for any of you. Take Mom home room and you know Nick, verily odd thieves Bester than tourist as you've trying it for your own self. Thrice, that one star. But if I laid out every actor's mother tongue, every Gilles language, this quill will fray before a plot rises. The idea of two gone runners conjured schools in our chests. We felt the city's restless quarantine, her lack of a place on any map or calendar. Most of all, it's a long way down, said paying thieves. Our cook. We were back in the earth. Marik narrowed his eyes. But Ping shrugged. I'm just saying what you're all thinking, Marik paste again Either they pulled in. Ickarus are there. I've got running. I'll murder them myself, someone whispered. If they got run, marriage turned to stare a Dragomir who had come up with the two who are missing the other pelts. And the Gill dared us to make a got run on our first day, Dragomir said. At 15 times around the son, he was a human skin map of Wen's Greece ponds and Tufts. Thus a pelt Marik stare unnerved him and he blurted, I got run is a prank, an attempt to sort of acquire an object of local value from another. Guilt has to prove one has the say courage to run the fly lines. A muscle twitched under the stubble of Merrick's close cut beard. I am aware of the meaning of Got run, of course. Yes, Dragomir reddened. Why didn't you go with them. Marik said. The question took Dragomir off guard, as got runs were illegal. I ah fear heights. He fumbled. I see, said Maric. He glanced at the door of the ureter into the cloud. Everything out there was high. It's not the drop you should fear. Dragomir, it's me. I do fear you. Marik sucked his teeth. Run the lines, he said. Find them. Me squeak, Dragomir. But I have yet to run even one line. Marik circle to fire past Dragomir past ping past My cousin Harold, he stopped at me. Odd. Thebes, Take the pelt. Go find what's left of his friends. I flinched. Why me? We can't find a gill terror in this cloud. Nevermind too scrawny pelts. Also, I had a winning hand. Marik hissed in my ear. I wonder how many aces of hearts they're supposed to be in one deck of cards so we find the answer under your toque