The Fall by Tracy Townsend (Thieves of Fate Book 2)
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
The Fall : An apothecary clerk and her ex-mercenary allies travel across the world to discover a powerful engine that leads to secrets she wasn’t meant to know—secrets that could destroy humanity.
Eight months ago, Rowena Downshire was a half-starved black market courier darting through the shadows of Dorma’s underside. Today, she’s a (mostly) respectable clerk in the Alchemist’s infamous apothecary shop, the Stone Scales, and certainly the last girl one would think qualified to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders a second time. Looks can be deceiving.
When Anselm Meteron and the Alchemist receive an invitation to an old acquaintance’s ball—the Greatduke who financed their final, disastrous mercenary mission fourteen years earlier—they’re expecting blackmail, graft, or veiled threats related to the plot to steal the secrets of the Creator’s Grand Experiment. They aren’t expecting a job offer they can’t refuse or a trip halfway across the world to rendezvous with the scholar whose research threw their lives into tumult: the Reverend Doctor Phillip Chalmers. Escorting Chalmers to the Grand Library of Nippon with her mismatched mercenary family is just a grand adventure to Rowena until she discovers a powerful algebraic engine called the Aggregator. The Aggregator leads Rowena to questions about the Grand Experiment she was never meant to ask and answers she cannot be allowed to possess.With her reunited friends, Rowena must find a way to use the truths hidden in the Grand Library to disarm those who would hunt down the nine subjects of the Creator’s Grand Experiment, threatening to close the book on this world.
“Gammon considered the creature on the table, tethered at death’s door. “I need him because of what his plan was. There’s more I need to know about it, and if I’m lucky—” she nodded toward the ragged bag of notepaper slouched beside the door, “—I’ll find something to convince him he needs to know more than he thought he did.”
Jane’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “So I’m only keeping him alive, bringing him back to consciousness?”
“I need him working—completely. Just as he did before, or near to it.”
Jane’s sour expression deepened, as if something more foul than usual wafted up from her lurid work.
“His legs—where his eyes are.” She stopped, sighing. “Haadi, this won’t be fast, or easy, or cheap.”
“I’ve always kept a little put away with you, just in case.”
“This is much more than a little.”
It was Gammon’s turn to look affronted. “I can find a way to pay—”
“And you will, love. But first, explain to me why I should want to take a monster that wants to twist your head from your shoulders and turn him from ‘off’ to ‘on’.”
Gammon frowned. “Is Julian here?”
“Out with a friend at the public down on Bleeker. Why?”
“This is the sort of story that goes better over a drink. You might not have enough to make it go down well if we split the bottle three ways.”