CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rome, to Christopher, was just as drab as London had been. Gray stone buildings and more churches than could be necessary, filthy cobblestoned streets that were hard to walk along, beggars and raggedy-looking foxes, and a big old dirty river. There weren’t even any cars! Just stupid horses that made the whole place stink of manure. Chris craved a little more excitement in his life. Hopefully, once he’d killed Oliver, Mistress Obsidian would reward him by sending him to the future. He’d love to see a hover car!
The sky was growing dark and Christopher was no closer to finding Oliver. Their travels had taken them up to the river, which was spanned by several arching stone bridges. On the other side appeared to be several extremely fussily designed churches.
Chris scoffed. “
