The Kingdom of Bones
“He had them all out in a line, and was trying to decide which pair to wear today. All had been burnished until the leather shone. Not by his own hand, of course. Twice a week he had the houseboy come up and shine them while he watched. Watching the houseboy distracted his mind. Jules Patenotre’s mind had a tendency to race and, if he did not take care to guide it, to seek out unexpected torments with which to entertain him.
Hotel living suited him, though. His needs were taken care of at the ring of a bell, and he was relieved of any need to keep a personal staff. He’d occupied these rooms for more than two years, ever since the Jefferson fire had destroyed his lodgings—and all his old shoes—there. No one had died, but the place had been gutted. They were rebuilding the Jefferson now. If this place should happen to burn down, he might move back in there.
When a knock came at the door, he made a quick decision and stepped into a pair of English Oxfords. He left the rest for the maid to... deal with.MoreLess
Hotel living suited him, though. His needs were taken care of at the ring of a bell, and he was relieved of any need to keep a personal staff. He’d occupied these rooms for more than two years, ever since the Jefferson fire had destroyed his lodgings—and all his old shoes—there. No one had died, but the place had been gutted. They were rebuilding the Jefferson now. If this place should happen to burn down, he might move back in there.
When a knock came at the door, he made a quick decision and stepped into a pair of English Oxfords. He left the rest for the maid to... deal with.MoreLess
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