Chin in hands, Oona sat in the Pendulum House grand parlor, her back to the crackling fireplace. A tall, windowless room with large tapestries depicting sprites, and goblins, and gnomes, it was one of Oona’s favorite places to think. She enjoyed the way the creatures in the artwork moved when people weren’t looking at them, so that the magical figures never appeared in the same position twice. Just as peculiar was the enormous seven-foot-tall pendulum that swung through the center of the room. It was this spectacular oddity from whence Pendulum House took its name, and was the instrument that kept Dark Street moving in perfect time through the Drift. “Third place,” Oona said again. She shook her head disbelievingly and stared at the bit of ribbon in her hand. “And I would have been first, Deacon, had it not been for that infernal monkey-brained monkey stealing the evidence from my pocket.” “Monkey-brained monkey is a redundancy.” Deacon stood rigidly on the arm of the sofa.
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