Quite enjoyable. Goes back and forth, much more exposition directly to reader?? In a good way.
The light that emanates from the City of Death, from Waterblack, shows, eventually, the edges of drowned buildings, the path of a drowned river crossed by rusted bridges, drowned streets, some wide and open, some cramped and narrow, drowned parks, the skeletons of drowned trees, tatues of the people of the past, covered with barnacles, covered with algae, seaweed drifting like hair in a light breeze, the slow progres of deep-water jellyfish in and out of the windows of cars, long abandoned, street lamps, unlit, and everywhere - everywhere - the windows of houses.
It is from the windows of houses that the light that scarcely illuminates evertying comes, now that Nathan is so close, his pellet having entered the precincts of the city from above.
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On the windowsills of these windows, outside, sit cats. They are all dead, half rotten. The same magic that animates them allows them to remain down there, beneath the water. They do not need to breathe - no dead cat breathes - but they move as they need to move to do their work, which is to oversee the windows.
Behind these windows, behind the glass, the dead live, acting out the scenes that led to their deaths.
