And we’re now officially back to The Clockwork Coloratura, with NaNo being over! :)
This week, Peregrine begins his search for Anna amongst the streets…and already, things are not quite as they seem.
The streets were quiet to an almost frightening degree.
Nothing was ever quiet here, as a rule: There were always footsteps, or scuttlings; the scrapings and squeaking of rats and the howling of the cats that chased them down the streets; the wet breathing and coughing of the people who slept out on the streets themselves. There were the hawkers crying out what was left of their wares and the crowing of children who uncovered scraps; there were wails.
The sounds were largely constant, and seemed unnecessarily amplified in the claustrophobic labyrinth of streets, painfully loud and impossible to tune out entirely even when one was born into them. You could not hear yourself think, and generally he considered this to be for the best.
But as his hunt for her began in earnest, suddenly the hush fell.