2 Works in The Half-Made World Series - Felix Gilman
After that headlong rush into the unmade world, with the Line nipping and chasing and hungering at their heels, it felt strange to stop. No clamouring sense of panic, with the rush of prey scurrying on and on. They had time, for once, to stop and breathe. Heal. Recover.
The Great War had been raging for hundreds of years; it could wait a few more weeks.
On the run from the Line, Creedmoor decides to lay low in the small town of Ordinary. Things go downhill from there.