Mind The Gap: A Novel Of The Hidden Cities by Christopher Golden & Tim Lebbon

Author:Christopher Golden & Tim Lebbon [Golden, Christopher & Lebbon, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-07T17:25:47+00:00

The trees of Green Park cast long fingers of shade across the lawns. She spied an empty bench and recal ed sit-ting with Stevie yesterday, pretending to be more than just his mate. Pretending to be a normal seventeen-year-old girl who fancied an entirely ordinary boy. Much as the upside world had its terrors for her, the memory of those hours made her strangely sad.

Without another glance at the trees, she grabbed the rail-ing and hurried down the stairs into Green Park Tube station. The bag over her shoulder felt heavier with every step and she shifted to accommodate it. Jazz moved past a cluster of tourists trying to figure out the map of the Underground and reached into her pocket for her Travelcard. Her flight from Wil ow Square to Green Park had taken less than four min-utes; her heart stil raced. She cast a quick look around but saw no familiar faces --neither friend nor foe. Then she slipped through the turnstile and hurried down a tiled corri-dor toward the platform. From the tunnels came the rumble of an approaching train and the squeal as it began to brake. Jazz held the bag against her, stil feeling the weight of that strange blade, and picked up her pace. The train arrived as she joined the crowd on the platform. Out of habit and the instinct Harry had worked to instil in her, she plunged into the thickest part of the crowd as though heading for a door in the center, then cut across toward the next car. She stepped onto the train and immediately began walking. Jazz unzipped the bag, stuffed the pink hat into it, then zipped it closed again, moving as unobtrusively as possible. People jostled one another, a few taking the open seats but most standing, holding on wherever they could. Jazz stood beside the doors between cars and put her back to the wal . She kept her head forward so her hair veiled her face. The train pul ed away and she exhaled, wil ing herself to calm down. Like some amusement-park ride, the cars rattled over the tracks, twisted through the Underground, and soon be-gan to slow for the next stop. Just before they pul ed into the il uminated area of the station, she glanced out the window and saw the flicker of motion, the luminescent outline of one of the ghosts of old London. Jazz blinked, startled to see a specter beyond the limits of the abandoned parts of the Underground. But then she saw the top hat and the way the magician shot his cuffs just before a trick. She bent to peer out the window, and just before she lost sight of him, he pro-duced a phantom dove from thin air. It flapped white silk wings and flew up into the darkness of the tunnel. The train hissed as it slowed, crawling into the station.

"Piccadil y Circus," a recorded voice said. "Next stop, Leicester Square." The doors slid open.

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