THE CITIES OF THE RED NIGHT BURN AGAIN actual 99th page: hoping that maybe she would find the same beauty in this place that I did. Obviously, she would not. "Grief Look at that one " she pointed. "He must have had a really rough nit to create something like that " There was mirth in her tone but I was not laughing. "Not all dreams are nightmares," I told her. "And you should feel privileged. Like I said, not many get to see this part of the castle." "Let's just get out of here," she continued and shut her eyes, leaning against me for guidance. "I'm starting to feel nauseas." "I ..." reached out and put my arm around her, pulling her close. A cold shiver passed through her, like a little frightened bird during a thunderstorm. The sensation warmed me. It was something that I had not felt in a long time and stirred emotions deep in my soul. For lack of a better term, my heart labeled it love. My heart also gave me a warning. It reminded me of what happened the last time I fell in love. "Don't worry," I soothed her. "We're almost there." "What about those two?" she asked, opening her eyes and pointing at the empty cases at the end. "How come there isn't anything in them?" "Uh, well ..." Again I cursed myself for lying. "The Master hasn't had any bad dreams of late. When he does, those will be filled." "Oh."