Magpie’s Song by Allison Pang EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Allison Pang
- Language: English
- Genre: Gaslamp Fantasy
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2 MB
- Price: Free
Well, it’s certainly not from here.” I smirk, eyeing the tiny dragon
with a raised brow.
Beside me, my clanmate Sparrow snorts and pushes a lock
of pale hair from her face. “Obviously. You can tell because there’s no rust on
it.”
And there isn’t. e dragon is about the size of a robin and perches on a
nearby barrel, its metallic body gleaming beneath the sodium light with the
golden glitter of an oil-coated pearl. Tiny cogs whir and click in miniature
perfection, nestled inside a shiny glass belly full of steam and smoke. A redhot ember ares in a rhythmic pulse in the chambered center of its chest.
In the entirety of my nineteen years, I’ve never seen anything like it. Its
exquisite appearance is at odds with the severity of our surroundings,
making the BrightStone junkyard seem even more haggard than it is. And
that’s saying something.
“So where do you think it came from? e Upper Tier…or the upper
tier?” Sparrow points up to the sky with an exaggerated ourish and rolls her
eyes. For all that she’s ve years younger than I am, she has enough cynicism
for the both of us. Living on the streets as we do, a sense of humor is a
necessity. Sometimes it’s the only thing we have.
I gaze upward to search through the hazy fog of the slag heaps, straining
to see the emerald glass of the shining towers of Meridion in the distance.
e oating city looms above BrightStone as it always does, its secrets dense
and seemingly without end.
It’s all bones here below, a graveyard of corrosion and twisted metal, the
castoffs of Meridion sprawled in haphazard fashion like the burial grounds
of elephants I once saw in a picture book. e junkyard sits outside the
crumbling ruins of BrightStone’s lower quadrant, which is now nothing
more than a maze of cobblestone streets and empty buildings. It probably
had a name once, a proper one, but these days we just call it the Warrens.
I move closer to where the dragon sits until I’m only a few feet away, and
I glance back at Sparrow with a shrug. “Too nely made, even for the
BrightStone jewelers in the Upper Tier. No, some spoiled Meridian brat
probably lost her precious toy out the window of a wind balloon. Or down
the garbage chute.”
“Still pretty, though.” A hint of longing threads its way through Sparrow’s
voice, her dark eyes suddenly pensive. She’s a tiny thing, but there’s a
boldness that belies her small stature, a subtle cheeky disposition that’s part
humor and part defense mechanism wrapped in BrightStone’s drab handme-down rags.
“Aye,” I say soly, studying the delicate webbing of the dragon’s wings,
the golden membranes overlapping like the mocking sweep of an exotic
bird’s feathers.
For More Read Download This Book
EPUB