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Silver Fever
Arthur Pell collapsed on a Tuesday.I was in the lobby, arguing with Gil about rations, when I heard a cry from the kitchen and a clatter of pots. I got there in time to see him go down. He hit the floor sideways, one hand clutching the counter, a ladle spinning from his fingers. His face was beaded with sweat. His lips had gone a strange pale gray."Don't touch him," said Ruth.She was already there, on her knees, her fingers at his throat. She peeled back his collar. Up the side of his neck, from clavicle to jaw, ran a set of thin, bright lines.They were silver.They were not the black veins of the Spores. They gleamed faintly, like threads of metal under the skin, and they moved. I watched one crawl a quarter-inch up his cheek."That's not the dust," I said."No," said Ruth, grimly. "It's not."By nightfall there were forty cases.By dawn there were a hundred and twenty. It spread through the refugee quarters in a single night, from one end of the loading dock to the other. A woma
The Archive
I didn't confront her at once.I wanted to. The impulse rose up so sharply that I had to put my hand on the cold brick of the barricade to steady myself. But there were four thousand people in the street and half of them were watching. A dead man's coat lay in the gutter. The air still stank of smoke. I took one long breath, turned to Marcus, and said, "Get everyone inside. Fill the cots. I'll be in the cellar."I took Maya with me. Iris followed without being asked.We sat at the long white table where Walter had once poured tea, five of us in the lantern light. Lena had brought blankets. Priya had found a thermos of something hot. Maya held her cup in both hands and said nothing, watching Iris with narrowed eyes."I was going to tell you," said Iris."When?""Soon." She laid her hands flat on the table. "I'm sorry. I should have said it in the church.""Say it now."She drew a breath. "I woke up on Saturday."Nobody moved."Saturday night, at about eleven, in a hotel room in Philade
Maya
She was shorter than I'd imagined.That was my first thought, and it was absurd, because I had never imagined her at all. I stood at the end of the barricade in the light of a single lantern, with Walter's gold glow still fading from my eyes and four thousand people murmuring behind me, and I looked at a young woman I had never met and thought: she's shorter than I'd imagined."Ethan," she said again. Her voice cracked. She wiped her face with the back of her wrist, laughing and crying at once. "Oh my god. You look terrible. Do you know you've got blood in your hair?""I do now.""I've been walking for three days." She took a step toward me, then stopped, as if the distance between us had suddenly become something she had to measure. "I saw your name on the Board. The first morning. I was in the library on Washington Square and the sky just, there was this list. Ethan Cole, Bearer of Record. I thought, no way, that's my brother. That's my idiot brother. He can't even keep a houseplant
The Line Holds
The creature came out of the subway entrance at nine o'clock.I saw it through the smoke. It rose from the earth like something being born, vast and pale and slow, pushing its bulk up through the hole in the pavement. It had no head that I could find. A ring of thick, wet tentacles waved around a gaping, sphincter-like mouth, and in the center of the mouth I thought I saw a single, glittering eye."Tunnelmother," said Iris, at my shoulder. She had come up beside me with a bloodied knife in each hand. "In my world, it ate the whole garment district.""Can it be killed?""Everything can be killed." She wiped her face. "It takes about forty men.""We don't have forty men.""Then we'll need something else."The Tunnelmother lifted a limb and brought it down on the barricade. The plywood flew into splinters. A dozen of Dray's men went with it. I heard screams, and then Marcus bellowing, and then the sharp unmistakable crack of Priya's lightning.The Mother didn't flinch.I ran.It was the
The Purge Wave
It began at sunset, as Marguerite said it would.I stood on the roof of the hall with the axe on my shoulder and the shears at my belt and watched the day die behind the dome. The sky went orange, then red, then a deep, bruised violet, and the long curve of light above us dimmed like a lamp being turned down. A siren began to wail somewhere far to the south. Then another. Then every siren in the city."Here it comes," said Iris.She stood beside me. Below us, the barricades were manned. Four thousand people had come in during the last three days, refugees from the neighboring blocks, drawn by the hall's lights and the smell of Gil's soup. They filled the street, the loading dock, the lobby, every inch of floor. Marcus had put them in rows. Ruth and Serena's nurses walked among them with water and bandages. Priya was on the roof of the substation, fingers on her switches."Marcus," I called."Ready." His voice came back through the radio, flat and calm. "Vidal's walls are up. Bellevue'
The Barrister
Lena went in alone, as asked.It took four hours. She stayed in the reading room until nearly dawn with the green lamp burning on the table and her hands cupped around Marguerite's head, and I stood outside the door with the axe across my knees and tried not to listen. Iris sat on the stairs beside me. Neither of us spoke.When Lena came out, her face was gray and her eyes were red. She leaned on the wall."Well?" said Iris."I don't know." Lena rubbed her temples. "I did what I could. It's like trying to turn down a radio that's tuned to ten thousand stations. I managed to quiet most of them. She's sleeping." She swallowed. "It won't last past tomorrow. I think the Crown keeps turning it back up.""Will she hold?""I don't know."I took her arm. She was trembling. I steadied her down the steps, out into the gray, cold morning, and back toward the hall.We were two blocks from home when we heard the music.It came from the north, a long, sweet, rising swell of strings. I knew it at on
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