The bad old days were how Carol and Mark referred to that time. There were more heroes now, and there was more balance between the good guys and the bad, but things were arguably worse now.
How so? I mean, if you’re referring to right now, specifically after Leviathan, I can see it, but that “now” sounds wider.
Everything was in shambles.
Eh, never mind, guess it wasn’t.
Marquis had been an osteokinetic. A manipulator of both his own bone and, provided some was exposed, the bones of his enemies.
I’m sure he had a lot of skeletons in the closet.
They’d be potentially useful as minions.
He’d been notorious enough that she’d heard about him despite the fact that he’d been arrested more than a decade ago, that the city and the public had remembered him.
Yeah, that’s what I though. How exactly is that “aspiring”? Did he not successfully become a crime lord before he got arrested?
He’d lived in the outskirts of the city, residing in a large house in the woods, just beneath the mountains.
Sounds like a place to look for more answers, maybe. Though I expect it’s in shambles now, if it’s still there at all.
That was where he was arrested, right? And where they found Amy.
So if not to look for answers, it’s still a place Amy might want to visit.
She thought maybe there was something familiar about that idea. Was it imagination when the vague image of a house popped into her mind?
How old was she when they found her? Two, maybe?
The study with the black leather chair and countless bookshelves? Or was it memory, something recalled from her early childhood?
It can be hard to tell sometimes.
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