Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Clare's Shadowhunters. I was super excited to hear that The Dark Artifices series will be set in Los Angeles (yes, I know the first book won't be out until 2015ish), and wrote a little drabble in honour of it. Not my best work, but I like it. Constructive criticism and reviews muchly appreciated!
Los Angeles.
The city of angels.
A man-made twilight is the city's darkest shroud - its fabric stitched with only the brightest stars, and frayed seams out there where it meets the rest of the world.
It is a perpetual noise that decorates the rare silences, occurring only when the shifting souls who walk her streets are at odds. Along the boulevards the innumerable buildings are lit as painted subjects, their every shape almost too earthly to be real. Pigeon feathers are their costumes, the lights their jewels.
City of angels.
Beneath the watchful windows, among the bins of yesterday's trash and tomorrow's problems, they walk. Always the fair skin and dark eyes. Always the even steps and silent walks as they sweep past on invisible wings.
In any other place they would have been considered strange.
Abnormal.
But here - here among the eccentricities and those who take their pretense far too seriously - they are just more faces to feed the crowd. At least until the time comes for the crowd to feed them.
City of angels.
Angels with pale faces. Angels who carry no scent, but to whom the rain-washed sidewalk smells as sweet as the sea breeze. Ageless angels who walk by night and are gone before the dawn, some to be driven mad by the realization of eternity. Ethereal angels who live in the city's shadows, drinking its life to exist.
City of angels, indeed.