Dreaming.
That's what the two girls thought was the farthest they could do, until they found themselves in the gnarly old streets of Ketterdam.
With book characters coming to life and illicit secrets at deadly stakes, Jan Van Eck is back, stronger t...
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It had been quite awhile since Ahmed Bajan started working at the thrift shop in ketterdam and the time travel momentum always seemed to baffle him.
He deeply feared the consequences of accidentally teleporting some wrong person or to a wrong place. Now and then he would think of a hundred different ways he could get tortured by his boss. The confidentiality of the mechanism and the process added more pressure for him to be watched upon,
"Remco Dansburg would boil my teeth and feed me to the volcras, that is what would occur", he uttered to himself. He couldn't help but indulge himself in these thoughts
Or he would harvest my toes and I would wiggle around desperately toeless, unable to ever find love.
He could even pour cement into my ears. At the very least I wouldn't be able to listen to that dirty old mongoose speak .
He tried to feign ignorance to the spiraling thoughts, carefully parting his hair, and smoothing out his gold embroidered kefta. If there was an advantage working under cruel rich men, it was this luxury.
The crows may have managed to ruin his life for sometime, but a man like Jan Van Eck? He could never be destroyed. He would rise time and time again, from ashes or shards. He had established his workers and spies back everywhere. He once again prepared himself two steps forward, just as he promised.
"Greetings, sir" he blurted, snapping out of his thoughts as he saw the tall old man.
Remco let out an exasperated breath, blowing out smoke and nodded back in greeting.
"Be ready today. Two young Grisha girls in disguise would come in an hour or so. Make sure they get here safely."
Ahmed trembled slightly, taking a step back. Although this process seemed to quite familiar by now, there seemed to be something faulty in the process of identifying correctly between guests and grisha.
"Uh-yes sir"
Remco casually ambled past him, taking another blow of his cigar.
Ahmed stride out of the stuffy building, and stood right in the middle of the empty yet bustling streets of Ketterdam. The city of lost people not wanting to be found.
