By S. Andrew Swann
Eventually again IN PRINT AND in one VOLUME-TWO NOVELS that includes VAMPIRES IN CLEVELAND
Finally again in print, Raven and The Flesh, The Blood, and The Fire are boundary-breaking novels set in Cleveland, Ohio-but is that this a regular American urban with hardworking households striving to satisfy the yank dream-or the type of city the place loss of life is whatever yet ultimate and one's friends will not be as general as they appear?
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She knew she didn‟t have everything she needed. It was like cooking; there was one more taste needed to pull everything together. She just didn‟t have any idea what it was. Hecua‟s place was huge. It had once been the local Mages‟ Guild hall, and there were still three or four doddering practitioners who were in and out of the rooms upstairs. Hecua honored their memberships, even though there was no such organization as the Mages‟ Guild anymore. No one much cared; the An-Xileel didn‟t care, and neither the College of Whispers nor the Synod—the two Imperially recognized institutions of magic—had representatives in Lilmoth, so they hadn‟t anything to say about it either.
He might have been saying, “Going back to be born,” or any of ten other things that made no sense. “Something‟s wrong,” she said. ” “Back,” he replied. He kept walking. For another ten steps she watched him go, trying to understand, but then she knew she didn‟t have time to understand, because the howling and screaming was beneath them now, echoing up through the caverns. Whatever they were, they were coming. She caught up with him and tickled him under the jaw. When his mouth gaped reflexively—she‟d had a lot of fun with that when they were kids—she poured the contents of a vial into it.
She could hear Glim breathing, but after they left the ledge, he hadn‟t said anything, which was just as well, because not only would it be foolish to make any more noise than necessary, she didn‟t feel like talking, either. She reckoned they had gone a few hundred yards when she saw light once again, at first just a veneer on the stone, but soon enough to see where they were stepping again. A good thing, too, because the path led them to another cliff. This one opened in the belly of the mountain, a vast, dome-shaped cavity open at the bottom so they could once more see the destruction of Lilmoth.