Neverwhere: A Novel by Neil Gaiman

Author:Neil Gaiman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf, azw3
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9780060557812
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2003-08-20T10:00:00+00:00

Richard froze. A security guard was coming straight toward them, the beam of his flashlight flashing from side to side. Richard looked around for somewhere to hide.

Too late. Another guard was walking their way, past the huge statues of dead Greek gods, flashlight beam swinging. “All right?” called the first guard. The other guard kept coming, and stopped just beside Richard and Door.

“I suppose,” she said. “I’ve already had to stop a couple of idiots in suits from carving their initials on the Rosetta stone. I hate these functions.”

The first guard shone his flashlight straight into Richard’s eyes, then let the beam slide off, skittering over shadows. “I keep telling you,” he said, with the satisfied relish of any true prophet, “it’s The Masque of the Red Death all over again. A decadent elite party, while civilization crumbles about their ears.” He picked his nose, wiped it on the leather sole of his well-polished black boot.

The second guard sighed. “Thank you, Gerald. Right, back on patrol.”

The guards walked out of the hall together. “Last one of these events we found someone had puked in a sarcophagus,” said one of the guards, and then the door closed behind them.

“If you’re part of London Below,” said Door to Richard, in a conversational voice, as they walked, side by side, into the next hall, “they normally don’t even notice you exist unless you stop and talk to them. And even then, they forget you pretty quickly.”

“But I saw you,” said Richard. It had been bothering him for a while.

“I know,” said Door. “Isn’t that odd?”

“Everything’s odd,” said Richard, with feeling. The string music was getting louder. The surges of anxiety were somehow worse up here in London Above, where he was forced to reconcile these two universes. At least below, he could just proceed dreamlike, putting one foot in front of the other like a sleepwalker.

“The Angelus is through there,” announced Door, interrupting his reverie, pointing to the direction from which the music was coming.

“How do you know?”

“I know,” she said, with utter certainty. “Come on.” They stepped out of the darkness into a lighted corridor. There was a huge sign hanging across the corridor. It said:

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