Very few entities are powerful enough to create Patinas, and those that can guard them closely. The library is here. But Arriane’s right. We’ll need to figure out the way in.”
“I heard you need an Announcer to get through one,” Arriane said.
“Cosmic legend.” Annabelle shook her head. “Every Patina is different. Access is entirely up to the creator. They program the code.”
“I once heard Cam tell a story at a party about how he accessed a Patina,” Rolan said. “Or was that a story about a party that he threw in a Patina?”
“Luce!” Daniel said suddenly, making all of them startle in midair. “It’s you. It was always you.”
Luce shrugged. “Always me what?”
“You’re the one who always rang the bell. You’re the one who had entry to the library. You just need to ring the bell.”
Luce looked at the empty street, the fog tinting everything around them brown. “What are you talking about? What bell?”
“Close your eyes,” Daniel said. “Remember it. Pass into the past and find the bellpull-“
Luce was already there, back at the library the last time she’d been in Vienna with Daniel. Her feet were firmly on the ground. It was raining and her hair splayed all across her face. Her crimson hair ribbons were soaked, but she didn’t care. She was looking for something. There was a short path up the courtyard, then a dark alcove outside the library. It had been cold outside, and a fire blazed within. There, in the musty corner near the door, was a woven cord embroidered with white peonies hanging from a substantial silver bell.
She reached into the air and pulled.
The angels gasped. Luce opened her eyes.
There, in the center of the north side of the street, the row of contemporary town houses was interrupted at its midpoint by a single small brown house. A curl of smoke rose from its chimney. The only light-aside from the angel’s wings-was the dim yellow glow of a lamp on the sill of the house’s front window.
The angels landed softly on the empty street and Daniel’s grip around Luce softened. He kissed her hand. “You remembered. Well done.

Autor: Lauren Kate

Very few entities are powerful enough to create Patinas, and those that can guard them closely. The library is here. But Arriane’s right. We’ll need to figure out the way in.”<br />“I heard you need an Announcer to get through one,” Arriane said.<br />“Cosmic legend.” Annabelle shook her head. “Every Patina is different. Access is entirely up to the creator. They program the code.”<br />“I once heard Cam tell a story at a party about how he accessed a Patina,” Rolan said. “Or was that a story about a party that he threw in a Patina?”<br />“Luce!” Daniel said suddenly, making all of them startle in midair. “It’s you. It was always you.”<br />Luce shrugged. “Always me what?”<br />“You’re the one who always rang the bell. You’re the one who had entry to the library. You just need to ring the bell.”<br />Luce looked at the empty street, the fog tinting everything around them brown. “What are you talking about? What bell?”<br />“Close your eyes,” Daniel said. “Remember it. Pass into the past and find the bellpull-“<br />Luce was already there, back at the library the last time she’d been in Vienna with Daniel. Her feet were firmly on the ground. It was raining and her hair splayed all across her face. Her crimson hair ribbons were soaked, but she didn’t care. She was looking for something. There was a short path up the courtyard, then a dark alcove outside the library. It had been cold outside, and a fire blazed within. There, in the musty corner near the door, was a woven cord embroidered with white peonies hanging from a substantial silver bell.<br />She reached into the air and pulled.<br />The angels gasped. Luce opened her eyes.<br />There, in the center of the north side of the street, the row of contemporary town houses was interrupted at its midpoint by a single small brown house. A curl of smoke rose from its chimney. The only light-aside from the angel’s wings-was the dim yellow glow of a lamp on the sill of the house’s front window.<br />The angels landed softly on the empty street and Daniel’s grip around Luce softened. He kissed her hand. “You remembered. Well done. - Lauren Kate

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