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Fire and plague. Certainly no strangers to London Town.But when legions of living dead rise from the Thames’ fetid waters to feast upon the living, the city teeters on the brink of antihalation. And while floaters seek blood, another army takes advantage of the chaos. Boiling out of their rookeries of crime, marauders swarm through London’s affluent neighborhoods looting and burning.©️ Crystal Lake Publishing
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13The rain lasted threewhole days and nights. Bazalgette’s magnificent sewage system, unable to contain its fetid cargo, released tons of feces, dead cats and dogs, river rats and floaters into the Thames. Fourteen people drowned and hundreds in the low-lying districts of South London saw the mud reach the six-foot mark in their parlors. Beds were piled on tables, clothes and mattresses rendered filthy and unusable. In one home a chair was driven through a ceiling and hung suspended after the water receded. Sunday joints washed out of the ovens and the brick wall of a local convent was swept away. Outhouses, sheds and chicken coops sailed down the streets. The hospitals filled with patients suffering from bronchitis. And inhabitants were days at removing the oozy banks that shored against their homes. By a lucky coincidence, the moon was at quarter and the outgoing tide greater than the incoming and the flood currents so fierce most of the floaters that survived burning were
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12The destructor lay betweena chemical plant and a barge works. The cluster of ornate brick buildings, stabling, and cart yard covered an acre. A one-hundred-eighty-foot chimney towered over the complex. Like the sawmill, the destructor was silent tonight, its furnaces cold, the great crushing cylinders that pulverized the parish waste before incinerating it over the flames still. Patsy led them up an inclined roadway to the tipping platform in the main building’s second floor where, during normal operation, cart after cart of house, trade, and street refuse is tipped into the feeders. In the crusher, refuse is ground between massive rotating cylinders until it is of a uniform consistency, after which it is burned over a 2,000-degree fire. Nothing goes to waste. The clinkers are crushed to suitable size for roadway and footpath foundation or ground even finer in the mortar mill for mortar and cement. The burning process produces steam which, in turn, powers generators to supp
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11It was amazing justhow much energy fear could give you. It could shut you down so you gave up and curled up in a ball and let the terror take you. Or you could seize it, slap reins on it and ride it into the maelstrom. Kate’s skin tingled as if her nerves had risen to the surface and her senses were hyperacute. Objects—fence-boards, roofs, chimneys etched against the sky, the ripple of reflected light upon dark water—all seemed sharply defined as if outlined by a pale yet luminous light. She was near jogging, but nowhere near tired. They had lost one in the fray. Bev Bennet, of Queen Jane’s brood. And Nell Quigley had succumbed. They’d left her in a warehouse doorway, telling Annie Dawes, her Dove Row mate, they’d be back for her, though Kate had a creeping suspicion she wouldn’t be there when they returned.She heard the flood before she saw it. A tumultuous rumble like logs rolling down a flight of stairs or a lashing wind driving torrential rain. Her gaze swept up the c
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10The tug was approaching, lights ablaze, barge in tow. Habitually straight-faced, Will couldn’t help cracking a grin. He exchanged glances with Foley, Drummond, and Budge. Their smiles matched his own. The tide was at its peak. Both the lower and upper gates to the barge lock were open. The water had risen nearly a foot in the basin as the river flowed in. The river was dark, the fog building, but as the tug drew closer, Will saw through the spyglass the floaters in the water. A chill ran through him. The water around the tug and barge swarmed with the living dead. Though he saw no sign of stroking arms, of kicking feet, they kept pace, surrounding the vessels like a flotilla of monstrous fish.So many!He turned the glass to the tug. The bow was lined with London’s youth. Among them, big Dirk Bogart stood out. He’d lost his bowler and his unruly mane corkscrewed in all directions, reminding Will of that Greek monster woman, Medusa, with snakes for hair. A couple lads were wavin
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9Bill Drummond and the little Bow Commoner Alby Budge came up the walk to the swing bridge where Will and Police Constable Foley were anxiously watching for Fish and Bogart’s arrival and arguing what to do if the tug didn’t make it or arrived after high water or if the living dead would even enter the lock. Both remembered how the severed hand, in trying to escape, adapted to its environment. Did the floaters have some sort of primitive survival instinct that would keep them from entering the basin? Foley suggested they might march their troops back toward town and help the authorities destroy them. But only halfheartedly. They might be of some small service, but the floaters would still infest the waterways. And there was still the chance Quincy Bird’s crew and Kate and the girls would succeed in flushing the canal’s floaters down to the basin. Thinking of Kate brought a lump to his throat. She could handle herself, and she had some tough company with her, but still ..
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8Soon as the prowof the barge grazed the bulkhead, Patsy and Dewey leapt out and ran in swinging their poles like Little John crossing staves with Robin Hood. Dewey landed a terrific blow to one floater’s head, literally caving in the creature’s skull with a sickening crunch and hurling the thing into the water. Patsy wasn’t so lucky. He, too, swung, but his target, seemingly unhampered by its sopping jacket and trousers, was quick and caught the pole inches from its head, wrenched it out of Patsy’s hands and flung it over his shoulder. The thing was on Patsy in an instant. Taller than the Dove Rower, it bent over him as it bore him to his knees. Brown teeth snapped at him as he fended it off. The river reek of it burned his nose. Then it was lifted off him as Dewey’s staff caught it in the throat and flung it backwards. For a moment he thought he was going into the drink as his assailant clung to him, taking him with it, but a second blow from Dewey’s pole knocked it to the st
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7They were passing underthe grim visage of the Tower of London when the floaters boarded. With Dirk supervising and the rest of the men working at the barge’s stern, no one realized they’d been boarded till Dirk turned to see who was shouting. Jeb and a few others stood at the tug’s stern-rail waving and yelling, but he didn’t need their help to see what they were pointing at. Three floaters had somehow hauled themselves onto the barge and were making their way aft.So, the fuckers can climb!He filed the information away along with other useful tidbits like beware coppers wearing vulcanized rubber soles and rainy nights are best for breaking into warehouses.“Head’s up, men!” he shouted. But a quick glance told him they’d seen their company. In a matter of seconds, they’d dropped their buckets, wiped bloody hands on their trousers, grabbed their weapons—knives, axe handles, a pickaxe and a couple of iron pry bars—and gathered for battle. Smacking the shillelagh against hi
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6While Quincy and hiscrew offloaded their cargo of blood, Kate and more than a dozen girls from rival gangs worked their way up the canal opening locks. The idea was to open all the locks from St. Pancras to Limehouse. If both were successful and they met up somewhere along the system, they could abandon the canal while the increased flood flushed the floaters down to the basin where Will and the others would, with the help of whatever gods there be, destroy them. So far, they’d been lucky. The Commercial Road Lock at the mouth of the canal where it poured into the basin was open, as were the Solomon Lane Lock and Johnson’s Locke above. They met slight resistance at Solomon Lane, shoving two floaters into the lock until the lower gates were open. The surge of falling water swept the creatures downstream.Seldom more than seven feet wide, the towpath wound along one side of the dark waterway. A long wall of leaning board fences separated the cindered yards of tenements on the
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5Fire and plague. Certainly no strangers to London Town. But now fire consumes the docklands on both sides of the river, and the plague, newly risen from the Thames, threatens to put the Great Leviathan down once and for all. Fleeing citizens, their wagons and carts piled high with their worldly possessions, clog the thoroughfares, jam the bridges. No one takes to the river. The cry is away—away to the country, away to the north and west, away from the river and canals from which legions pour ravening for blood. Packed to bursting, citizens clinging to the roofs of the cars, trains depart the London stations—the Great Northern, The Great Western, the London and Northwestern, The Great Central—carrying their passengers to safety. They do not return. As the army of the dead advances, those who fall beneath their bite rise and swell their ranks, consumed by an unspeakable hunger. In the City of London, the Lord Mayor has blocks of houses pulled down and torched in an effort to slow th
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1The swells were drunk.There were three of them. Young toffs, their fine suits looking worse for wear after a night of East End carousing. Still joking and pulling at a shared bottle as the wherry made its way upriver. Midnight was long past and dawn too far off for Jenkins’ taste. Father Thames was in a foul mood. Night was thickest on the Surrey side, the glassworks and wharves invisible behind the greasy banks of fog. On the City side, the electric lights of the Temple Pier and Victoria Embankment glowed through the murk like will-o’-the-wisps. Despite the dark and the fog, old Clarence Jenkins, who had been dipping his oars in these muddy waters since before the Great Stink, knew every dock and water stair on both sides of the river and could find his way blindfolded. He loved the dear old cantankerous river in all its lights and liked to think of it as his, but lately the relationship had soured. He wanted to attribute his failing affection for the river to age. He was g...
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