Chapters 21 and 22

(In which Elizabeth emerges into a war-torn city and becomes part of the revolution against Silas)

Twenty-first

     No one traveled on High Street in the early hours of that autumn morning, no one driving or walking past the burned-out wreck of a block that, months before, housed the Griff Inn. Whether it was the light drizzle, or the hour, or the fact that there was not much to see in this section of Aldergate would be difficult to discern. But, regardless of the reason, no witnesses were there to watch as a lone, dirty hand emerged from the pile of rubble that had, at one time not that long ago, been a landmark of the city. The grubby fingers were followed by a second hand, more remarkable because it was made of shining metal, and then by a head, one whose hair was caked with dust and ash. 

Chapters 19 and 20

(In which Elizabeth gets caught up in the revolution against Silas, has an altercation with the Black Guard, and brings misery to the Inn)

Nineteenth

Elizabeth paced her bedroom, her mind too busy for sleep. Every time she closed her eyes the inn’s floorboards would creak as they settled, or a cat would move through the dark night, and her eyelids would fly open in anticipation of Lang’s arrival.

She tried reading, but her eyes swam without comprehension over the pages of spiral-writing she had procured from the inn's lounge. She tried making lists of things, a strategy that always worked for her on those nights when she lay awake worrying about her mother, but her ability to catalogue had taken a vacation. Finally, she settled back onto her bed, content to stare at her metal hand.

Chapters 17 and 18

(In which Elizabeth spends some time in the Wilderness, discovers a really creepy tree, and gets discovered and threatened by a bee shepherd)

Seventeenth

    Elizabeth had only five minutes to change from her cooking-clothes into her serving ones, and that was being generous. Winnie had returned from market without half of the ingredients the dinner would require, so last-minute alterations to the menu had to be made, and what was supposed to have been Elizabeth’s free afternoon was instead spent in the kitchen, chopping and stirring to the sounds of Clara’s good-natured muttering, cursing the rationing and the shipping lines and the tides, all of which had stood in her way from presenting the dinner she really wanted to serve that evening.

Chapters 15 and 16

(In which Elizabeth discovers the cost of a flimsy disguise, becomes a pariah, and witnesses a battle of giants)

Fifteenth

"What did you tell Katrina about her play?" Flint had gone back to caring for the horses, and Elizabeth joined him, ostensibly to check on her belongings in the carriage. She had left Grim deep in conversation with Katrina and Dorveille, the actress who had played Penumbra, about details of Shade society. Grim looked as if he might have needed a rescue; it was too bright for him to slip away into the shadows.

"I should have warned you, she can be a bit defensive when it comes to her writing. I mean, she's like a mother to us all, but when it comes to her artistic endeavors, you'd best tread lightly. She may ask for honesty, but even the truest statement goes down smoother when it's sweetened with a bit of flattery."

Chapter 14 (plus stage directions)

(In which Elizabeth and Grim escape the town, and we learn more about Eliza and her adventures through the majesty of puppet-shows!)

Fourteenth

Elizabeth had no way of knowing if the likeness was accurate...if the Silas that walked Edge in the current day bore any resemblance to this image, or if the ravages of time had caused divergence between the carved face and the one that he now wore. But she had to suspect that the statue had at least at one time been realistic. There were too many similarities to the child’s face in the pictures for the visage to be entirely of the artist's imagination.

The almond-shaped eyes were an adult version of those in the photographs at home, the ones inherited from their mother. The set of his jaw and the shape of his mouth were their father's, hinting at a firm, strong personality.  A short-clipped beard adorned the statue’s chin, and his hair was plastered to his head as though wet from rain.