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  ALSO BY RACHEL CAINE

  THE GREAT LIBRARY

  Ink and Bone

  Paper and Fire

  Prince of Shadows

  THE MORGANVILLE VAMPIRES NOVELS

  Glass Houses

  The Dead Girls' Dance

  Midnight Alley

  Feast of Fools

  Lord of Misrule

  Carpe Corpus

  Fade Out

  Kiss of Death

  Ghost Town

  Bite Club

  Last Breath

  Black Dawn

  Bitter Blood

  Fall of Night

  Daylighters

  Midnight Bites

  (short story collection)

  BERKLEY

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  Copyright (c) 2017 by Rachel Caine LLC

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Caine, Rachel, author.

  Title: Ash and quill/Rachel Caine.

  Description: First Edition. | New York: Berkley, 2017. | Series: The Great Library; 3

  Identifiers: LCCN 2016058978 (print) | LCCN 2017004422 (ebook) | ISBN 9780451472410 (hardback) | ISBN 9780698180833 (ebook) Subjects: LCSH: Libraries--Fiction. | Alexandrian Library--Fiction. | GSAFD: Alternative histories (Fiction) | Dystopias.

  Classification: LCC PS3603.O557 A93 2017 (print) | LCC PS3603.O557 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6--dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016058978

  First Edition: July 2017

  Jacket art and design by Katie Anderson Jacket photograph of library by Joop van Meer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  To all those who face change without fear. Go forward.

  To the ever-transforming glory of the public library, without which we would all be diminished.

  No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments.

  We are all book lovers.

  And we all chase the Great Library of Alexandria, one book at a time.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  It would be impossible to thank everybody who encouraged and helped this story along, but I must especially thank Anne Sowards, who saw a better book than the one I imagined, and encouraged me to chase it.

  But special thanks go to my fantastic volunteer beta readers: Zahdia, Fauzia, Zaheerah, Mona, and Sajda.

  Whatever mistakes I've made are all mine. Whatever shines is theirs.

  CONTENTS

  ALSO BY RACHEL CAINE

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  EPHEMERA

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER ONE

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER TWO

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER THREE

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER FOUR

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER FIVE

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER SIX

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  EPHEMERA

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER TEN

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPHEMERA

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  SOUND TRACK

  READERS GUIDE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  EPHEMERA

  Text of a letter from the Archivist Magister, head of the Great Library of Alexandria, to the commander of the High Garda of the Great Library. Not indexed in the Codex. Restricted viewing.

  The Welsh army has broken treaty with the Library and shamelessly looted the valuable books located in our daughter library in London. St. Paul's Serapeum was a monument and sacred space of knowledge for hundreds of years, and now they claim it for their own.

  We excused the destruction of our Oxford Serapeum as an accident of war. But this? This is too much. The Welsh king has gone too far and must be shown his mistake.

  The king of Wales and England must make immediate reparation for our losses or face the consequences. There are stirrings of rebellion against us on every front, and we must contain and control kingdoms and countries that refuse our authority.

  I will allow no further disobedience, whether that comes from foreign kings or our own Scholars.

  The penalty for traitors is death.

  Handwritten addendum to the Artifex Magnus by the Archivist

  I care little for provincial kingdoms and their spats, but London is the last place our troubling band of Scholar-traitors was spotted . . . and near St. Paul's, too. I know the Welsh have no love for us, but under threat of total war with the High Garda, they'll hand them over. If they're still alive.

  Handwritten reply from the Artifex Magnus

  They were seen inside St. Paul's by one of the last librarians to flee, so we know that they were, at least, alive then. Whether they escaped in the confusion or are in a mass grave dug by the Welsh remains to be seen. I wouldn't assume them dead. Christopher Wolfe should have been dead years ago, and none of us has managed to put him in the ground yet.

  In regard to your earlier request, I must regretfully recommend that Gregory be appointed to the position of Obscurist Magnus. I know he's a vile creature, but the only other candidate is Eskander. I had him dragged out of his self-imposed prison to be shown to me, so I could ensure, on your behalf, that he's still alive and well. Still a lot of fight left in him, no doubt about that, but as he swore so long ago, he's saying nothing. Not a word. He decided decades ago to make himself useless to us, and I think he's succeeded all too well. Don't pin your hopes on him.

  He did write a note for you. I took the liberty of reading it, and I'll just say that he'd like you dead. I suppose he blames you for Keria Morning's death, the way his son does. I suppose neither of them is particularly wrong, come to that.

  Don't worry about your rogue Scholars. We've put a high price on their heads. Their own families will be tempted to sell them soon enough.

  EPHEMERA

  Text of a paper letter from the Burner leader of London to Willinger Beck, head of the Burner city of Philadelphia. Destroyed upon receipt.

  I send you a gift out of the ashes of London: four full Scholars of the Library--a gloriously decorated High Garda captain and two of his soldiers, and . . . best of all . . . an Obscurist! Not a half-wild hedge witch, but a real, Iron Tower-trained Obscurist with power even I've never seen.

  Not only that--they come bearing their own gifts. It's said that the Scholars have some secret that might well destroy the Great Library's power forever. I suppose it's up to you to find a way to coax that out of them.

  Strength and courage, my brother.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Books burned so easily.

  Paper tanned in the fluttering heat, then sparked sullen red at the edges. Flames left fragile curls of ash. Leather bindings smoked and shriveled and blackened, just like burning flesh.

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sp; Jess Brightwell watched the fire climb the pyramid of books and willed himself not to flinch as each layer caught. His brain raced with involuntary calculations. One hundred books in five layers. The burning bottom layer: forty-four gone. The second level held another thirty-two, and it was already billowing dull smoke. The next had eighteen more volumes, then five on top of that. The pyramid was capped by one lone book that sat tantalizingly ready for the grabbing. Easy to save as the flames climbed the stack, consuming layer after layer and burning something inside him blacker and colder.

  If I could just save one . . .

  But he couldn't save anything. Even himself, at the moment.

  Jess's head hurt fiercely in the glare of the sun. Everything was still a blur. He remembered the chaos of London as the Welsh army descended on it, a battle even he had never imagined the English would lose; he remembered the mesmerizing sight of the dome of St. Paul's catching fire above them as librarians struggled to save what they could.

  He remembered his father and brother, when it counted, turning their backs on him and running.

  Most of all, he remembered being forced into the Translation Chamber, and the sickening ripping sensation of being destroyed and created again far, far from London . . . here in the Burner-held city of Philadelphia.

  Sent to the rebellious colonies of America.

  Jess and his friends hadn't been granted any time to recover; they'd been dragged, still sick and weak, to what must have once been a sports stadium; in better times, maybe it had been filled with cheering crowds. Now it was half ruined, melted into a misshapen lump on one side of the concrete stands, and instead of a grassy field in the middle there were bare ground and a funeral pyre of books.

  Jess couldn't take his eyes off of them as they burned, because he was thinking, sickly, We're next.

  "Jess," said Scholar Christopher Wolfe, who was on his knees next to him in the dirt. "They're not original books. They're Blanks." That was true. But Jess didn't miss the tremors running through the man, either. The shine in Wolfe's dark eyes was made of pure, unholy rage. He was right: Blanks were just empty paper and bindings provided by the Great Library of Alexandria, vessels to hold words copied on command from originals kept safe within the Library's archives. These were empty symbols that were burning. In any Library territory, they'd be cheaply and easily replaced, and nothing would be lost at all.

  But seeing them destroyed still hurt. He'd been raised to love books, for all that his family had smuggled them, sold them, and profited from them.

  Words were sacred things, and this was a particularly awful kind of heresy.

  As he watched, the last book shivered in the rising heat, as if it might break free and escape the fire. But then the edges crisped, paper smoked, and it was gone in rising curls of ash.

  Scholar Khalila Seif knelt on his left side, as straight and quiet as a statue. She looked perfectly calm; she had her hands resting lightly on her thighs, her head high and her hijab fluttering lightly at the edges in the hot breeze. Beneath the black silk Scholar's outer robe she wore a still-clean dress, only a little muddy and ashen at the hem from their progress through London. Next to Khalila, Glain Wathen looked as if she were only momentarily frozen in the act of rising--a lithe warrior, all vibrating tension. Beyond her was Thomas Schreiber, then Morgan Hault, then--last and least, in Jess's thoughts--Dario Santiago. Outcast, even among their little band of exiles.

  To Jess's right was Scholar Wolfe and, beyond him, Captain Santi. That was the entire roll call of their party of prisoners, and not a single useful weapon among them. They'd not had time to make a plan. Jess couldn't imagine that any of them had much worthwhile to say just now.

  There was an audience in the crumbling stands: the good citizens of Philadelphia. A ragged, patchwork crowd of hard men and women and children who'd survived starvation, deprivation of all sorts, and constant attacks. They had no pity for the pampered servants of the Great Library.

  What would Wolfe tell them if he had the chance? That the Great Library was still a great and precious thing, something to be saved, not destroyed? That the cancer that had rotted it from within could still be healed? They'd never believe it. Jess took in a deep breath and choked on the stench of burning books. Imaginary Wolfe, he thought, gave crap speeches.

  A man dressed in a fine-cut suit of black wool stepped up to block Jess's view of the pyre. He was a tall, bespectacled fellow, full of the confidence of a man of property; he could have, by appearance, been a banker or a lawyer in a more normal sort of place. The smoke that rose black against the pale blue morning sky seemed to billow right from the crown of his head. His collar-length hair was the same gray as the ash.

  Willinger Beck. Elected leader of the Burners of Philadelphia--and, by extension, all Burners everywhere, since this place was the symbol of their fanatical movement. The head fanatic in a movement composed entirely of fanatics.

  He studied their faces without making any comment at all. He must have enjoyed what he saw.

  "Very impressive waste of resources," Scholar Wolfe said. His tone was sour, and completely bracing to Jess. Wolfe sounds the same, no matter what. "Is this a prelude to setting us on fire next?"

  "Don't be ridiculous," Beck said. "Surely our learned guests understand the power of a symbol."

  "This is barbaric," Khalila said from Jess's other side. "A criminal waste."

  "My dear Scholar, we handwrite our own books here. On paper we rescue by picking apart the Library's Blanks and destroying their alchemical bindings. You speak of us as barbaric? Do you know whose symbols you wear? You will not take that tone with us." At the end of it, his friendly voice sharpened into an edge.

  Jess said, "Talk to her that way again and I'll snap your kneecaps." His hands were not bound. He was free to move; they all were. Which meant they could, as a group, do serious damage before they were taken down by the Burner guards stationed behind them.

  In theory, anyway. He knew the guard directly behind him held a gun barrel trained on the back of his neck, precisely where it could blow a hole that would instantly end his life.

  But he'd gotten Beck's attention, and his stare. Good.

  "Here now," Beck said, back to mild and reproving. "We should be friends, after all; we share a common sense that the Great Library of Alexandria has become a destructive parasite. It's no longer some great, untouchable icon. There's no need for anger between us."

  "I'm not familiar with American customs," said Captain Santi, on the other side of Wolfe. He sounded pleasant and calm. Jess sincerely doubted he was either. "Is this how you treat your friends?"

  "Considering you alone put three of my men in the infirmary on your arrival, even in your weakened state? Yes," Beck said. "Captain Santi, we really do resist the Library, just as I am told you do. So should we all. The Library grants people pitiful drops of knowledge while it hoards up oceans for itself. Surely you, too, must see the way it manipulates the world to its own gain." He nodded at the black robe that Wolfe wore. "The common man calls you Scholars by another name: Stormcrows. That black robe isn't a sign of your scholarship anymore, and it isn't an object of reverence. It's a sign of the chaos and destruction you bring down in your wake."

  "No," Wolfe said. "It still stands for what it's always stood for: that I will die to preserve the knowledge of this world. I may hate the Archivist, I may want him and his brand of greed and cruelty gone, but I still hold to the ideals. The robe is a symbol of that." He paused, and his tone took on silky, dark contempt. "You, of all people, understand the power of a symbol."

  "Oh, I do," Beck said. "Take the robe off."

  Wolfe's chin went up, just a fraction. He was staring straight at Beck. His graying hair whipped in the hot breeze from the pyre, and still he didn't blink as he said, simply, "No."

  "Last chance, Scholar Wolfe. If you repudiate the Library now, it will all go better for you. The Library certainly doesn't stand by you."

  "No."

  Beck nodded to so
meone behind them, and Jess, from the corner of his eye, saw the flash of a knife being drawn. He tried to turn, but a hand fell hard on his shoulder, and the gun barrel pressed close enough to bruise the base of his skull.

  He was already too late for any kind of rescue.

  One of Beck's guards grabbed Wolfe's black robe by the sleeve and sliced the silk all the way to the neck--left sleeve, then right, efficient and ruthlessly precise cuts. With the flourish of a cheap street magician, the man tore the robe from Wolfe to leave him kneeling in plain, dark street clothes. He held the mangled fabric up above his head. A breeze heated by burning books caught the silk and fluttered it out like a ragged banner.

  Wolfe's expression never changed, but next to him, Niccolo Santi let out a purely murderous growl and came half up from his knees before the guard behind him slammed a heavy metal club into the back of his head. The blow crashed Santi back down. He looked dazed but still dangerous.

  The man who'd taken Wolfe's robe paraded it around, as proud as a strutting rooster, and from the stands applause and cheers swelled. It nearly covered up the muttering roar of burning books. Beck ignored that and pointed to Khalila. "Now her." Another guard stepped up to the young woman, but before he could use his knife, Khalila held up both hands. The gesture looked like an order, not a surrender, and it stopped the guard in his tracks.

  "I will stand up now," Khalila said. "I will not resist."

  The guard looked uncertainly at Beck, who raised his eyebrows and nodded.

  Jess watched her tensely from the corner of his eye as she stood in a smooth, calm motion, and from her other side, he saw Glain doing the same, openly ready to fight if Khalila gave a sign she needed help.

  But Khalila lifted her hands in a graceful, unhurried way to unfasten the catch that held the black silk robe closed at her throat. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and caught it as it fluttered down, then folded it with precise movements into a neat, smooth square.

  Then she took a step forward and held the folded silk out, one hand supporting it, the other on top, like a queen presenting a gift to a subject. In one calculated move, she had taken Willinger Beck's symbol away and made it her own. Jess felt a fierce surge of savage joy at the look on Beck's face. He'd just been bested by a girl a quarter of his age, and the taste seemed bitter.

 

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