Nightside 03 - Nightingale's Lament by Simon R. Green

Author:Simon R. Green
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: Mystery, Fantasy, Fiction
ISBN: 9780441011636
Publisher: Ace
Published: 2004-04-01T07:00:00+00:00

Death and Life, Sort of

I left the Night Times riding in Julien Advent’s very own Silver Ghost Rolls-Royce. He wanted to make sure I got where I was going and not die anywhere near him or the Night Times’s offices. I considered this a thoughtful gesture and left him and the rest of the staff to clean up the extensive mess and damage caused by Rossignol’s tulpa. My chauffeuse was a slender delicate little flower in a full white leather outfit, right down to the peaked chauffeur’s hat pulled firmly down over her mop of frizzy golden hair. She asked me where she was to take me, then refused to say another word. I have that effect on women sometimes. Either that, or Julien had warned her about me. I sprawled happily on the polished red leather seat and indulged myself with a very good brandy from the built-in bar. It does the heart and soul good to travel first-class once in a while. The Rolls purred along, sliding smoothly through the packed and snarling traffic of the Night-side, where the only rule of the road is survival. Most of the other vehicles had enough sense to give the Rolls plenty of room—they knew that a vehicle that expensive had to have state-of-the-art defences and weaponry.

But there’s always one, isn’t there? I was peering vaguely out the side window, not really thinking about anything much, except trying to remember whether Dead Boy and I had parted on good terms the last time we’d met, when I gradually became aware of a battered dark saloon car of unfamiliar make easing in beside us. It didn’t take me long to realise it wasn’t a proper car. I sat up straight and paid attention. All the details were wrong, and when I looked closely, I could see that the car’s wheels weren’t turning at all. I looked at the chauffeuse. She was staring straight ahead, apparently not at all concerned. I looked at the black car again. The outlines of the doors were just marks on the chassis, with no depth to them, and though the back windows were opaque, I could see the driver through the front side window. He wasn’t moving at all. I was pretty sure he was a corpse, just put there to add verisimilitude and fool the casual eye.

The Rolls was moving pretty fast, and so was the thing that wasn’t a car. It really was getting very close. A split appeared in the side facing me, stretching slowly to reach from one end to the other. It opened like a mouth, revealing rows of bloodred cilia within, thrashing hungrily. They sprouted vicious barbs and lashed out at the Rolls’s windows. I retreated to the opposite side of the seat, as the cilia scratched futilely at the bulletproof glass. The chauffeuse reached for the weapons console on the dashboard.

And then the fake car lurched suddenly, as huge feet slammed down from above, burying long claws in the fake roof.

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