Wormwood Gate
“No matter how many times she whispered a plea for help, his jaw stayed clamped shut and he gave no more response than a small, firm shake of his head. She had no idea where she might find Molly Red, if she was even still in the City, or how she could track where Aisling had gone, or whether there was anyone in the City who could help her, so as soon as he left her at the gate she broke into a run, heading in a random direction, just wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and the Tower of Light.
A dozen or more streets away, her foot slipped out of her shoe and she skidded to a halt, just barely stopping herself from falling flat on her face. She leaned against the nearest wall for a moment, panting and rotating her ankle, and looked around to see where she was. She didn’t recognise the area at all: the alley she was in was high and narrow enough to block her view of any landmarks, and the buildings were of a kind that she couldn’t remember seeing anywhere in Dubli...n – she had seen houses like that in English towns, Tudor or older, with low eaves and exposed wooden beams everywhere, but as far as she knew there were none in Dublin; they’d all been knocked down to make way for new ones in the eighteenth century.MoreLess
A dozen or more streets away, her foot slipped out of her shoe and she skidded to a halt, just barely stopping herself from falling flat on her face. She leaned against the nearest wall for a moment, panting and rotating her ankle, and looked around to see where she was. She didn’t recognise the area at all: the alley she was in was high and narrow enough to block her view of any landmarks, and the buildings were of a kind that she couldn’t remember seeing anywhere in Dubli...n – she had seen houses like that in English towns, Tudor or older, with low eaves and exposed wooden beams everywhere, but as far as she knew there were none in Dublin; they’d all been knocked down to make way for new ones in the eighteenth century.MoreLess
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