C.J. Henderson - Brooklyn Knight (Tor Fantasy)

BROOKLYN

KNIGHT

C. J. HENDERSON

A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK NEW YORK

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

BROOKLYN KNIGHT

Copyright 2009 by C. J. Henderson

All rights reserved.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Henderson, C. J.

Brooklyn Knight / C. J. Henderson.1st ed.

p. cm.

A Tom Doherty Associates book.

ISBN 978-0-7653-2083-4

1. Museum curatorsFiction. 2. MagicFiction.

3. TalismansFiction. 4. Four elements (Philosophy)Fiction.

5. Brooklyn (New York, N.Y.)Fiction. I. Title.

PS3558.E48244B76 2010

813.54dc22

First Edition: January 2010

Printed in the United States of America

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There are editors who take their jobs seriously, who can find every tiny typo you make, helping to keep you from looking like the jerk you are.

There are editors who know your moods, who like a good friend, or caring relative, work with you and for you and around you, realizing when its time to allow you your creative angst, and when its time to hit you on the snout with a rolled-up newspaper.

There are editors who watch for opportunities perfectly crafted for you. Who go out of their way to mold you into more than just a good writer. Who work ceaselessly in the background to make you better than you are.

And then

There are those editors who do all these things, and more, and make it look easy.

This book is dedicated to one such wondrous being.

His name was Brian M. Thomsen

And he was my friend.

Submit to fate of your own free will.

Perfect courage is to do without witnesses what one would be capable of doing with the world looking on.

AN EXCERPT FROM:

Ruminations on the Past

A Study of the Myths, Legends, and Oral Tradition

Surrounding the Euphrates River Valley

Compiled by Professor Niles Wentworth Standard

Published by Priceton & Waterbury, 1876

Even at a significant distance, such as from any of the four major hills surrounding the city, the most casual observation would reveal an overall appearance not like that of any other habitation to be found throughout the known world. There was good reason for this. Indeed, the place appeared as far more than all others for one simple, undeniable reasonit was more.

Far more.

The name of this unique metropolis was Memaktori, and in its day and age it was the finest sanctuary ever fashioned by the hands of men. Any traveler reaching one of those four major hillocks in between which it was nestled had more than sufficient cause to pause and marvel. For, even at that initial distance of several miles, no matter their level of worldliness, or from wherever said journeyman might hail, they were certain to be amazed.

Memaktori was an enormous and heavily populated center, one so far advanced beyond the simple grouped farms and other budding communities one could find in any of the other far-flung corners of the world men had reached that visitors to it were stunned by their first glimpse of its grandeurthey could not help themselves. To gaze upon vast Memaktori for the first time was to stand in wonder.

The city stood in the center of a lush and rolling river valley, a well-nurtured, continually green oasis in an otherwise arid landscape. Once merely an agricultural center, the advent of merchant shipping caused it to become a center of commerce. As the decades passed and the wealth created by their fortunate location began to pile up all about them, the people of Memaktori started to build in earnest. They constructed their city with a cunning and ingenuity unheard of elsewhere, some of its buildings arching upward into the sky to the staggering total of three, sometimes even four stories.

Far more impressive, however, was the fashion in which the metropolis great stone towers jutted higher still, seemingly grasping at the passing clouds. The citys pennants flew above them at such unbelievable heights that men who had not seen them for themselves, who only heard tales of their awe-inspiring proportions, would often scoff in disbelief, branding those who persisted in telling of such miracles as fools or liars. Indeed, in the end, fabled Memaktori was simply one of those places that had to be seen to be believed.

There was no denying that something had come together in that temperate corner of the world which had not yet spread to any other land. What combination of circumstances led to its existence none could say with certainty, nor were such things overly worried about in those far-gone days.

Men simply knew that if adventure, knowledge, or sophistication was that for which their heart yearned, Memaktori was where it could be found.

For whatever reason Fate chose to bring these blessings together thus, this grand and sparkling city was the site that would mark mankinds first grand thrust upward out of barbarism and savagery. Memaktori was far more than simply a gathering place for human beingsall other lands knew these.

Its greatness resided in something beyond it merely possessing a convenient location for merchants and farmers to interactthese also could be found in plenty elsewhere throughout the known world.

No, what made this one place so different from all others was that it had a purpose beyond the mundane. Memaktori was the first active center of human knowledge ever created. Its streets were not so much different from those of other cities, but those who walked them were.

The people of Memaktori knew they had been placed among the human races elite members. Some believed they were blessed by the gods. Others thought the waters in that area gifted individuals with insights denied others. One school of thought had it that the position of the city, sitting as it did just so beneath certain of the night stars, created its favorable prosperity. The idea of what made their society the foremost one in the world was hotly debated in many a tavern and templeand just as many of those structures stood outside the great citys boundaries as did within them.

There came a certain time, howeversuddenly and without warningwhen a returning traveler reaching one of the fabled metropolis surrounding hilltops would spy something different about it. Nothing overt, or immediately noticeable, to be certain. Nothing the physical senses could pinpoint with assurance. No, it was more in the way of a mood, a feeling that the atmosphere around Memaktori had somehow changed. As they approached its massive gates, they would then note a shocking lack of security, of even activity.

That was only the beginning.

Passing through the oddly unguarded portaltrepidation their unavoidable guiding emotionthose outsiders coming to the city at that point in its history would discover the streets strangely deserted, window curtains hanging askance, doorways filled with growing piles of encroaching dust and sand. They would find tables set for a meal, plates positioned properly, fruit and bread rotten and crumbling upon them. Mugs would be found next to the plates, their contents long since evaporated.

Most who came to Memaktori after that time dared not tarry. No people to be found within its limitsno animals, seemingly not even insectsit was too much for them to comprehend. Some braver souls would penetrate deeper into its bowels, of course, looking for prizes to carry off. These were often handsomely rewarded for the citizens of Memaktori might have disappeared, but they did not take their possessions with them. Like their meals, they left behind their gold and precious stones, their maps and tools, their cloth and clothes, beds and broomseverything.