6/11/2023 0 Comments City of fallen angels books![]() ![]() They also served what had once been his favorite vegetarian pierogi and borscht, but those days were behind him now. Veselka, a diner on the corner of Ninth Street and Second Avenue, was one of his favorite places on the Lower East Side-an old neighborhood eatery papered with black-and-white murals, where they let you sit all day as long as you ordered coffee at half-hour intervals. Simon sat back against the hard plastic diner chair and looked around. With a shrug the waitress took his laminated menu and went to put his order in. Sometimes, in restaurants, he ordered food anyway, just to preserve the appearance of normalcy, but late Tuesday night, when Veselka was almost empty of other customers, it didn't seem worth the bother. But it wasn't his fault vampires didn't eat. Simon Lewis couldn't blame her she'd probably been hoping for a better tip than the one she was going to get on a single cup of coffee. Her accent was thick, her attitude disappointed. "You don't want anything to eat?" she asked. The waitress raised her penciled eyebrows. There are sicknesses that walk in darkness and there are exterminating angels, that fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature whom we cannot see, but we feel their force, and sink under their sword. ![]()
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