“Go now, before he slips away.”
The Mudlark girl in the flapper dress bowed. “I hear. And I obey.” Her eyes flashed red as she turned on her heels and marched down the street.
Sludge watched her turn a corner and smiled. Everything was going according to plan. His slaves were scattered around Barcelona. One Deliverer was dealing with spellbound friends, while the other had no idea that Mudlarks were tailing him. The Blank Canvas was spreading with new chasms and the glorious blank-faced amnesia.
Fresh slime tingled on his face as he imagined the destruction to come.
The moon slid behind a cloud and long shadows crept up the weathered stone buildings. It was time to send his warriors forth.
He bent down on one knee and tapped the cobblestones with the butt end of his battle-axe. The pa
