Read the first part of Neverwhere: The Sequel here.
Door spent most of the night searching for a rat to lead her to Richard, she knew that every rat would know exactly where he was by now, new in the rat kingdom spread like wildfire. But there was always conflict between the rats and the humans, fights over territories, fights over food and so on. So when Door went looking for a rat to guide her to Richard, it was no easy task. It took her most of the night, but she finally found someone, a small, dark brown rat named Joe with a raspy voice.
He had soon found the pale figure of Victoria. He closed his eyes before he melted into the sweet darkness that clung to him like a cloak. Meanwhile, Victoria stopped short seeing the large black bird, which soon stopped in front of her. She looked at it curiously before she tried to move on again. The large black bird hopped in front of her, stopping her in her path. “Now what are you doing? You want me to stay here?” She asked confused by the large crow’s actions.
Read the first part of the Puppet Master here.
The deed had been done, Xanthos suddenly felt tired and overwhelmed from the whole process of collecting the man’s soul. He closed his eyes and let himself fall into the deep abyss of his mind, and opened to find Corbin’s partner Swanhild, the white Swan. Like her counter part, she was also a servant of death. “What’s wrong child?” She asked softly, her feather’s ruffled as she began to preen herself. ” You seem troubled…” Xanthos looked over at Swanhild with tiered eyes. ” It’s nothing.” He said gruffly, not one to talk about his feelings even to his friends.
He watched her with a pained gaze; his inner emotion’s already starting to take over the brain. She looked so pale against his skin, so fragile now. ” Sara.” He shook her gently, his voice urgent as he forced back the tears. ” Get up…. you can’t leave me now.” His voice was heavy as he looked down at her stilled face. Everything seemed oblivious now; all he wanted now was to die.
When Shana woke up it was dark and cold. It was hard to see except for some light coming from another room. She kept hearing cracking noises from down a hallway. Wondering what it was, she went to go check it out. There were boxes filing down the hallway higher than she could see. The boxes had different scenes in them. Some had apartments with fighting couples, a living room with a family, and some had been covered up with sheets and whatnot. The hallway seemed endless in the one direction. The other direction had a large room with more windows.
Xanthos must carry out Death’s will. He aid’s the fallen into there eternal rest and also makes contracts with new puppets along the way.
Sneak peek of the puppet master’s promise between death and his sister
“Where are you going..?” She whispered softly, so softly i could barely hear the pain in her tone. Everybody asked the same question, and it’s always the same answer. ” I go where death bid’s me to go…” I said, my tone unreadable as i looked into the distance. “I am death’s shadow, nothing more, and nothing less..”
Richard and Door were asleep. It was late, around two or three in the morning. Pitch black. Silent. Suddenly, there was a sound, a far off sound, almost a whisper. Richard woke up, looked around, he couldn’t see anything, he fumbled to the table across the room and picked up a lamp and lit it. The flame was blinding in the darkness, but Richard’s eyes got used to the light quickly. He looked around, he didn’t see anything. There it was again, but closer this time. He was sure of it now, someone was yelling.