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388 pages, Hardcover
First published September 3, 2013
“Good afternoon,” she said, pausing to cast a critical eye over him. “Are you among the living at last?”
“Hi, yourself,” replied Kit.
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“Ley leaping?”
“The man who showed me called it ‘crossing the Coyote Bridge.’”
“That’s a new one.”
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“He’s the Lord High Alchemist and, just so you know, he takes his position very seriously. If we see him, a bow and curtsey are in order. And whatever you do, do not mention the Turks. Oh, and be sure to call him Herr Docktor. He insists.”
Cass gave Kit a look that said, Pinch me, I’m in a dream, and Kit returned it with a glance that said, You cannot make this stuff up.
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“Then, by all means, tell me about the Zetetic Society—if that is allowed.”
“No need to be snarky, Mr. Clarke,” chided the woman.
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“Forgive me for being—what was it?”
“Snarky.”
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Gianni paced to the other side of the room, hitting his stride as he warmed to his thesis, his hands describing complex Italianate gestures in the air.
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[Page 283 (hardcover edition), last six lines, end of chapter 27. I’m not typing it here for reasons of semi-spoilers, BUT SO CUTE.]
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“Cassandra, my dear,” said Kit, mimicking the old-fashioned, elevated tone of his late great-grandfather, “we should all very well know by now that there is no such thing as coincidence.”