The Limit of the Lonely Man by Becky James EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Becky James
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I WAS GETTING USED TO THE NOISES TRAINS MADE, THEIR PARTICULAR
snorts and screeches, and how they acted, with their gentle rocking and
uneven temperature throughout the interior. I could accomplish entering or
leaving at the familiar bidding of the doors to open, as well as finding a seat
without drawing attention to myself. But while I was adept at feeding the
tickets through the turnstile, I had to rely on Aubin to read the flickering
information boards as the text revealed and hid itself by some secretive
scrolling. We also had to navigate customs and quirks of culture.
Aubin was
quicker to notice social norms and adapt to the point that he became
unobtrusive, while I was better at assessing the mood of a person and
engaging them in conversation. Though I could talk to them, and in
Oberrotian no less, I was painfully aware that I came from a different
world.
On this train beast, a man sat across the table from us. He looked
somewhat pale and thin for a warrior, but he sported plentiful tattoos that
festooned the left side of his neck and across his face up to his temple. I sat
straight-backed; everything I knew and understood about the codes every
swordsman and woman carried etched into their skin screaming at me that
this man was a seasoned warrior and I could learn a lot from him. Some
designs even echoed insignias I knew, mocking me with their meaning. It
took all my self-control to bite my tongue and not beg him for training, but
I managed it.
Aubin could make portals, having learnt them from my soul companion
Evyn, and travelling on the Earthian side allowed us to reach destinations
almost as quickly as using magic and with no forewarning to potential
enemies of the kingdom of Oberrot. These were enormous advantages,
outweighed by the drawback of having to endure this form of torturous
transportation.
And now without our disguises. We had taken our Earthian clothes and
the spare Earthian lodestone—phone, I reminded myself—but those must
have been stolen, as they were not in the hiding place we had devised for
them when we tumbled back out of Oberrot.
The last train we needed was overcrowded when we sat down, eight or
so stops before. People filtered on and off, so we could eventually claim a
table, but a press appeared as the sun touched down against the horizon;
men and women in sweat-stained shirts, tutting angrily at each other but
avoiding direct confrontation, preferring to fluff and fan their newspapers.
Some men with their neckties askew nursed cans of beer, and most people
either shouted into their handheld lodestones that they were going through a
tunnel, or stared enraptured at them as the surface flickered and changed.
A fresh line of people surged in, all drenched as if they had been
swimming, and a crackly magical voice chirped that passengers should
move right down inside the cars. But there were no car beasts in here, and if
there were, it would be hideously dangerous.
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