Bonus Goliath Chapter and Art!

A bonus chapter, you say? What? Why?

Here’s how this came about. While reading a multitude of fan reviews of Goliath, the last book in the Leviathan trilogy, I noted a common theme. Many of you felt as though there was just one more illustration you wanted to see.

After all, we’ve all spent a quarter-million words and 160 illustrations with the crew of the Leviathan. Letting go isn’t easy. So I thought it would be fun to commission one last piece of art from Keith, as a sort of Hanukwanzamas present to you all.

Yes, The Manual of Aeronautics comes out next year (August 21), full of deck plans, cutaways, beasties, uniforms, etc. But that’s not the same as the characters doing stuff.

Of course, what image Keith should draw was a matter of debate. Deryn at last wearing a dress? A close-up version of the final kiss? Bovril doing pretty much anything?

So I decided to hold a vote, here on this post called “One Last Piece of Art”, and there was much enthusiasm. A bit more than 1200 comments’ worth of enthusiasm, in fact.

I have read your comments and run them through a complex algorithm, and Keith came up with a wonderful piece of bonus art. And yet this still didn’t seem like enough to repay all your enthusiasm for the series. On top of that, Keith’s new illustration was quite evocative, and made me wonder exactly what was going on.

So I decided to write a piece of fan fiction to go with it. This turned out to be more than 3,000 words, longer than most of the chapters in the series, because writing those characters again was a total blast. I’d almost forgotten!

I am sorry to say, though, that this chapter and Keith’s piece are bumping Fan Art Friday till next week. But there’s some really awesome fan art (by real fans!) coming up then. And early next week, I’ll be posting the winners of the concluded Show Us Your Steampunk contest that’s been happening over on FaceBook.

But for now, at long last, here is the secret last chapter of Goliath. (Well, it’s really more fan fic than a long-lost chapter. It’s full of fan service and cross-dressing and all sorts of shippy stuff. And yet: By my authorial authority, I DECLARE IT CANONICAL.)

One piece of advice, don’t look at Keith’s lovely illustration until you get to the end. IT HAZ SPOILERS! So I hid the image way down there below the text.


“This is a preposterous situation,” Alek said.

“One for which you have only yourself to blame.” Count Volger reclined on the hotel room’s purple velvet divan, a smirk on his face. “I told you not to take that wager.”

“It was a matter of principle.”

“Ah, young prince—or ‘Mr. Hohenberg,’ if you insist—will you never learn that there are no principles when it comes to a show of arms? Only brute strength.”

Alek turned from the mirror to give the wildcount a cool glance. “A show of arms? Very droll.” He sighed. “But I really didn’t think she would best me.”

“Miss Sharp did spend several months climbing about the on ratlines. It does wonders for the muscles, I’m sure.”

Alek nodded, rubbing his still sore right bicep. It certainly had been a battle. A show of arms, indeed! One moment, he and Deryn had been having a perfectly reasonable discussion on the merits of the two sexes—strength, endurance, tolerance of pain—and then suddenly he had said something unforgivable and Deryn was challenging him to an arm-wrestling contest.

Losing to her wouldn’t have been so bad—she was Deryn Sharp, after all—but Alek had gone and made this idiotic wager.

If only this New Year’s Eve party hadn’t been fancy dress. What was it with the British and their love of costumes? The entire staff of the London Zoological Society has been buzzing for days about what they would wear. Most were going as beasties, of course, or great boffins of history, or modern-day buffoons such as politicians and clerics of the Monkey Luddite stripe. Others were sticking with classical costumes: angels, devils, ancient Greeks, or fairies of the wood.

New as they were to the Society, both he and Deryn had been anxious as to what they should wear. (And to Alek, frankly, the whole fancy dress thing seemed a bit common, even if he had foresworn his royal heritage.) So an arm-wrestling contest had seemed like a brilliant way to settle the matter for at least one of them. As Volger kept reminding him, the terms had been entirely Alek’s idea.

It might’ve been most amusing, if only he hadn’t lost. Then it would have been Deryn wearing a dress and not he. He had to admit, much of the motivation for his rash wager had been his own curiosity. What would Deryn look like in the proper clothing of her own gender?

Not that he minded seeing her in a jacket and trousers every day. It was part of the frisson of their romance, that he knew something about her that only a handful of others did. But still, he was as curious as any boy would be in these circumstances.

“Is this bustle in the right place?” he asked.

Count Volger snorted a little. “There’s only one place for a bustle, Alek. And that’s it.”

“Doesn’t it seem . . . unnecessarily large to you?”

“A question women have been asking for decades, I’m sure.”

“Don’t be impertinent, Count. I meant the bustle.” Alek straightened the bows that positively covered the dress. “And I wouldn’t be so ready to mock others if I were dressed up as a message lizard!”

Count Volger regarded the papier-mâché lizard snout sitting next to him on the divan. Then with a shrug he lifted the mask and placed it on his head. It was painted a mottled brown with green highlights, matching the colors of an Air Service message lizard perfectly. The count’s face peeked out from between the jaws of the monstrous head-gear.

“One must always be ready to mock, Your No-Longer-Serene Highness.” Volger raised his glass, maneuvered it between the jaws, and took a sip. “Otherwise, politics becomes unbearable.”

Alek took a closer look at the wildcount. His cheeks were a little ruddy, and the champagne bottle beside the divan looked suspiciously depleted.

“Are you drunk, count?”

Volger laughed at this, then took another sip. “It is New Year’s Eve, Mr. Hohenberg, and in order to curry favor with the world’s most mysterious organization, I am costumed as the most disquieting creature in the history of fabrication. Given that I am about to throw myself into a party full of boffins and secret agents, I would not call myself drunk—merely fortified.”

“Indeed.” Alek turned back to the mirror, wondering how much more fortified Count Volger was planning on getting tonight.

Ever since Alek had joined the Zoological Society, the wildcount hadn’t known what to do with himself. The war was winding down, the Kaiser realizing that his enemies were too numerous now that the US had joined in. There was talk of a peace conference in the early months of 1915, one that would end the battle between Darwinism and Clankers forever, or at least reduce it from a world-wide bloodbath to a healthy competition of technologies.

With no war to influence and no young prince to raise to the throne of Austria-Hungary, Volger’s two purposes in life had suddenly disappeared. The Austrians would remember that he had snatched away their young heir, so going home might be tricky, and Britain was too full of godless beasties for him to stay here.

And yet . . .

“Curry favor?” Alek asked, picking up the parasol that Deryn had picked out for him. It matched the color of the dress, at least. “Why do you care what the Zoologial Society thinks of you, given what you think of them?”

“I might have need for their expertise in the future.” The count sounded quite sober now. “I have a great love of nature, you know, and one day there will be a struggle between natural creatures and those fabrications who escape out into the wild. The Society may be able to help in that.”

Alek raised an eyebrow. He’d never thought of Volger as a preservationist, given that the man had shot at least two hundred stags with Alek’s father, the archduke. Of course, there had been vast tracks of wilderness in the heart of Europe back when Volger was a young man collecting hunting trophies. There was not so much wild left anymore.

“I’ve heard of that happening,” Alek said. “Parrot frogs running rampant in Australia and such, chattering in those funny accents. It does seem unsettling.”

“Not as unsettling as those heels,” Volger said, the seriousness of a moment before forgotten. “But a bet is a bet, Mr. Hohenberg.”

The New Year’s Eve party of the Zoological Society of London was downstairs from Alek’s room, in the main ballroom of the Savoy Hotel. Alek was surprised, and a bit alarmed, to see how many people were in attendance. He had assumed that the audience for his humiliation would be limited to members of the Society proper—a dozen boffins and perhaps twice that many animal trainers and handlers. But the great ballroom was nearly full, with the Society’s patrons, political supporters, and special agents like him and Deryn all in attendance, along with their spouses, guests, and various hangers-on.

“Oh dear,” Alek said.

“Indeed,” Volger muttered through the jaws of his lizard head. “Perhaps you should have worn a mask.”

“That would have been cheating.” Alek took a fortifying breath, shouldered his parasol as if it were a rifle, then headed down into the crowd.

He felt conspicuous and absurd, and wobbly on his heeled shoes, but somehow the entire room didn’t seem to be staring at him. In an odd way, his costume was relatively tame. There were too many elaborate fabricated creatures about for one young man in a dress to cause a stir. The Society’s aging director, Dr. Spencer, had an entire Huxley Ascender hovering above him, devised from some sort of painted mesh thrown over a cloud of toy balloons. The director nodded at Alek and Volger and started to come toward them, but then realized that his floating Huxley was caught on a chandelier. Several assistants rushed forward to help him disentangle the costume. Alek pulled the wildcount into a hasty retreat, just in case the balloons were full of hydrogen instead of helium.

He scanned the crowd for Deryn. It was best to get the revelation of his costume over with as quickly as possible. He wondered what she had chosen to wear, and hoped that it didn’t include a mask. The thought of her seeing him dressed this way was annoying enough, without her spying on him from across the room and giggling to herself.

“Alek?” came a voice from the crowd. “Good heavens, is that the count with you?”

Alek turned and bowed. “Good heavens, indeed, Dr. Barlow.”

The lady boffin was dressed as an avenging angel, with large feathered wings and a wooden sword painted sliver. She looked appropriately terrifying. Tazza, as always at her side, had a tin foil halo on his head.

Dr. Barlow eyed Alek up and down. “Perhaps a curtsey would have been more appropriate.”

“Alas, my dancing master was never so kind as to teach me how.”

“I’m sure Mr. Sharp could help.”

The loris on her shoulder, who was dressed as a cherub, chuckled and said, “Mister Sharp.”

Alek gave them both a hard look. Dr. Barlow was the only other member of the Zoological Society who knew Deryn’s secret. It seemed unwise of her to make light of it, however subtly, in a room crowded with their colleagues.

“I should think not,” Volger said. “Mr. Sharp is far too manly to know such things.”

Dr. Barlow’s eyes widened. “The lizard speaks!”

“The lizard only repeats what he is told,” Volger said, tapping his ear. He extended his hand. “Would you care to dance, doctor?”

“Of course. One so rarely has an opportunity to dance with a reptile.” She nodded at Alek. “Good evening, Mr. Hohenberg.”

The two swirled off toward the dance floor, Tazza padding behind them after Alek gave him a pat on the head.

Now, where was Deryn? She had always been early to any party back on the Leviathan. No doubt she was hidden behind a mask somewhere, watching Alek twirl his parasol and mince about in these heels.

As Alek scanned the crowd, a strange apparition appeared before him. It had a bird-like head, and a shaggy yellow pelt and huge, cat-like claws.

“Is that you, Dylan?” he asked.

“I am not a bellman,” the beaked head said in a familiar voice, then the clawed hands reached up and lifted the mask. “I am a mighty gryphon!”

Alek took an involuntary step back. Beneath the eagle head was Adela Rogers, the young American reporter who had joined the Leviathan‘s journey in California. But what was she doing in London, and what was any reporter doing at a private function of the Society? Especially one at which Alek happened to be wearing a dress.

At least she wasn’t one of those reporters who always carried a camera, like the insufferable Eddie Malone.

“I trust you recognize me now, Prince Aleksandar.”

“Indeed, Miss Rogers. Though I’m afraid I am no longer a prince.”

“Ah, of course. Mr. Hohenberg, isn’t it?”

“At your service.” Alek attempted a curtsy, but failed completely.

The reporter smiled. “Not much of a mister this evening, I see.”

Alak shrugged. “A fancy dress party has its share of indignities, I suppose. But now that I am no longer royalty, perhaps a bit of humility is in order.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that dress is humiliating, Mr. Hohenberg. On the contrary, it’s quite flattering.”

“Thank you.” Alek bowed this time. It felt more natural, even with a bustle as a conspicuous counterweight to the maneuver.

For a moment, he wondered at all the adjustments, small and large, that Deryn must have made in order to carry off her deception. The way she walked, talked, and stood, along with every social nuance, all of it had to be considered every second of every day. It was incredible to have succeeded at something so difficult, with only her brother Jaspert and her own observations of humanity to guide her.

Deryn was quite astounding, really, and entirely worth throwing away an empire for.

“But if I may ask a question.” Miss Rogers produced a notepad. “Who exactly are you meant to be?”

“Ah.” Alek swallowed. After the agony of his arm-wrestling defeat and amid all the palaver of finding a dress to wear, he had failed to take the question of his costume any further. He could hardly tell this reporter that he had lost a bet, and the thought that she would write in her newspaper that he had attended a party dressed simply as a woman was somehow unsettling.

He wracked his mind for an answer, and one came.

“I am dressed as one of the great Clanker boffins of the last century,” he said. “Ada, Countess of Lovelace.”

Miss Rogers looked perplexed for a moment. “I’m not sure I recall this countess. She was a Clanker boffin, you say? But the name sounds very English.”

“She was. And yet her work is at the core of every mechanical analytic engine. The balance system of my own Stormwalker, for example.” As he said the words, Alek’s hands clenched imaginary saunters. It really had been too long since he had piloted a walker. He hoped his and Deryn’s first mission for the Society was in a Clanker nation, where he might get a chance to.

“I see.” Miss Rogers’ pencil was scribbling. “Like you, she was able to cross battle lines. A subject of the queen, but a Clanker. A woman, but a scientist.”

Alek bowed, relieved to have stumbled upon so apt a choice. “Just as I was born a royal and a Clanker, and yet stand before you a common Darwinist.”

She smiled. “And a boy in a dress. I think I’m finally beginning to understand you, Mr. Hohenberg.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you must know that many are perplexed by your choice of employers.” She glanced about the room, at all the costumed beasts, grotesques, and monstrosities. “It seems an odd avocation to trade an empire for. In fact, that’s why I’m here in London. To do some follow up.”

Alek raised an eyebrow. “You mean, to spy on me.”

“You might say that,” Miss Rogers said with another smile. “It seems to me that something’s missing in the story of Prince Aleksandar of Hohenberg, who traded his crown for a post as a zookeeper. Surely there’s something you’re not telling us about the Society. Or perhaps about yourself?”

Alek shrugged, and twirled his parasol.

“I shall be watching you, Mr. Hohenberg.”

“It will be my pleasure to be watched, I’m sure,” Alek said, bowing again. “But if you will excuse me.”

He headed off into the crowd without waiting for an answer, because near the giant ice sculpture of Charles Darwin taming a lupine tigeresque, he had seen a blond head bobbing above the costumed masses. It was definitely Deryn, and she wasn’t wearing a mask.

Of course, Deryn wore a mask every day, her disguise as a boy a constant in her life. By all rights, she should be able to show up at a fancy dress party in nothing more than her usual trousers and jacket.

Of course, making a point of such behavior would somewhat spoil her secret.

Alek pushed his way through the crowd, setting aside a Spring-Heeled Jack and an iron-headed Ned Kelly, the famous Outback bandit. Deryn’s blond hair flashed ahead of him again, but she was moving away. Had she seen him coming and decided to lead him on a chase?

Finally, though, the crowd parted, and he came face to face with Deryn Sharp. Alek froze when he saw her costume, a look of astonishment spreading on his face.

“But I . . . ,” he sputtered. “You won the contest, not me.”

“Aye, of course I did.” She made a muscle with her bicep. “But we never said the winner couldn’t wear what they wanted. And we reckoned you’d feel less awkward if you weren’t the only lad in a frock.”

Alek looked her up and down. Deryn was in the sort of evening dress that fashionable young women-about-town wore, with a fringed back and a broad belt high on her waist. Long beaded necklaces were draped around her neck, tucked into her belt or hanging to her thighs. Perched on her head was a close-fitting hat, a long fabricated peacock feather jutting almost straight back from it.

Alek looked down at his own dress, so formal and old-fashioned with its fussy bows and bustle. He suddenly felt frumpy, whereas Deryn was positively stylish. Her short hair and slim figure, the core of her disguise as a midshipman, no longer looked masculine at all.

He wondered if there would ever come a time when women wore their hair so short. Surely such a thing would never happen, but he had to admit that it looked quite fetching.

Then he realized what Deryn had said. “‘We’?”

“Aye, both of us.” She snapped her fingers, and Bovril waddled out from beneath the ice sculpture table.

Alek’s eye widened further. The perspicacious loris was in costume as well, in a backless dress that looked distinctly French. Indeed, the creature resembled a tiny Pierrot doll.

Bovril looked up at Alek, then said with a giggle, “Lad in a dress.”

Deryn shook her head. “Frankly, Alek, I thought you’d come up with something a bit more up-to-date.”

“You chose the parasol.” Alek twirled it. “I had to find a dress that matched!”

“Aye, but you’re not as fetching as I expected.” She tsped a few times. “Still, it’s nice to see you in something besides yours old Clanker gear. You really should be dressing up in new clothes, now that you aren’t a barking prince.”

Alek raised an eyebrow. “You mean, you would have been happy with a new jacket? You might have said.”

“Aye. Anything that doesn’t look like an old cavalry uniform!”

Alek sighed. Since renouncing the throne, he had no money to speak of, only the small income the Society provided. He doubted his granduncle the Emperor would be sending him an allowance anytime soon. So all he had to wear were his Hapsburg Guard uniforms and the formal wear that Mr. Hearst had provided him. And, of course, a few things he’d bought in Istanbul, which were hardly suitable for London. The dress he had on now had been provided by a wife of one of the Society boffins, and not the youngest or most fashionable.

“I must say that you look stunning, though,” he offered with a bow.

“Aye. It’s not as bad as I remember, being stuffed into a dress.” Deryn extended her arm. “Shall we go?”

Alek knelt and snapped for Bovril, who leapt up into his grasp.

“Of course. But where?”

“There’s a wee changing room off to the side, where some of the boffins left their regular clothes. It’s locked up, but I’ve got the only key.” Deryn looked him up and down again. “And bottle of champagne, if you’re not too much a lady for a drink alone with a former sky sailor.”

“I assure you, Mr. Sharp,” Alek said. “I have no concerns about your intentions.”

“That’s good to hear, Mr. Hohenberg. For my intentions are clarity itself.” And then she was leading him away from the throng of monsters, beasts, and freaks, toward someplace private and safe. A place where it didn’t matter who was wearing what.

Bovril, riding on his shoulder, giggled one more time.

Mister Hohenberg,” the creature said.

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661 thoughts on “Bonus Goliath Chapter and Art!

  1. You should make a sub series consisting of around 2 books about Alek and Deryns adventures in the zoological society which countinues around a month after the bonus chapter.

  2. You should write more but instead of a book you should make a sub series about Alek and Deryns adventures in the zoological society. The Sub series should be about 2 books long and hopefully you could get Keith to do the illustrations to.

  3. please make a sub series or more books in this series I love this and am writing a fanfic about it but please scott MAKE MORE BOOKS ABOUT ALEK AND DERYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  4. We all need more Scott Westerfeld. Please continue the story of Alek & Daryn. We are all dieing for more.

  5. This is a very fabulous story. I read this in sixth grade and i still read it today. We, your fans, NEED more stories. about as much as the alex rider series

  6. I truly loved this extra chapter even though I thoroughly enjoyed the last chapter of Goliath it left a few questions unanswered like what would volger do now and who were these zoologist people but I think that this chapter answered these questions sufficiently so thank you for writing it truly I would enjoy another Leviathan book because of the lovable characters and amazing universe plus you left it with quiet the open door where they could start a completely new adventure but even if you never do make another one ( I mean it has been six years) I am very happy with the ending thank you once again

  7. I cannot stress this point enough. We’re desperate for more. Please please pleaseeeeee make another trilogy. I don’t care how long or short the books will be as long as you do them Scott. Thank you…

  8. Also, I’m legitimately going to cry if this is the last chapter of the Leviathan series.

  9. I have read multiple book serieses(if that’s even a word) by countless authors but I have never ever enjoyed or loved a series more than this. To think that it’s already going to end is devastating.

  10. I’m comment here to say: lovely work! I quite enjoy your books, Mr. Wesyerfeld, and I am glad I found you! Your Leviathan Series are my favorite books of all time, and the Uglies series is definitely the best Dystopian book series I’ve read. I just found this, and now I want to read the whole series again, for the fourth (or was it seventh?) time.

  11. Sir, this series is by far the best I have ever read. Its a sad fact knowing that this series has come to an end. The characters are so well written and the story is phenomanal. It was a wonderful journey seeing Deryn and Alek grow, the reader can’t help but get attached to these characters. If one day you do decide to create a sub series about Deryn and Alek’s adventures in the Zoological Society, hundreds of thousands of fans will be eager to read. Thank you for creating this wonderful series

  12. E leído muchos libros pero ninguno me a despertado los sentimientos que estoy sintiendo ahora al acabar su ultimo libro goliath me a encantado de principio a final cada palabra cada definición han sido de sobresaliente y todo en conjunto me han creado un sentimiento de vacio irrefrenable que solo puedo llenarlo leyendo otra historia de alek y deryn por favor se lo suplico continue la historia como si es en la segunda guerra mundial por favor ?

  13. E leído muchos libros pero ninguno me a despertado los sentimientos que estoy sintiendo ahora al acabar su ultimo libro goliath me a encantado de principio a final cada palabra cada definición han sido de sobresaliente y todo en conjunto me han creado un sentimiento de vacio irrefrenable que solo puedo llenarlo leyendo otra historia de alek y deryn por favor se lo suplico continue la historia como si es en la segunda guerra mundial por favor ?

  14. Perdón quiten el signo de de interrogación de mi ultimo comentario .Pero en serio la trilogía es fantástica

  15. I wonder if we start raising enough funds for scott to make more books maybe he would make a sub series.
    Oh and by the way you’re leviathan series we’re AMAZING!!!! I seriously think I became addicted to the story and it’s characters. And I assure you that whatever reasons made you stop from writing these amazing books you would gain A LOT from them and making I don’t know how many millions of people VERY happy.

  16. I loved this book series! However for some reason I expected a bit more to happen in this chapter. Alek and Deryn go to a fancy dress party and a hint that Volger and Barlow may like each other. That’s it? Maybe I’m just being selfish, since you already did give us possibly the best alternate history book series of all time. Also, if the image came before the chapter, that was way more wierd lol.

  17. Also I really hope that they make a good Leviathan movie some day with a high budget and true-to-book story. Someone call the makers of the Hunger Games movies! 😀

  18. I just today finished binge reading the leviathan trilogy and this bonus chapter. At 30 I love this series every bit as much as if I was Alek and Deryns’ age. I have to have more though. There is still so much about the two to tell! Ill buy hardcover!!!!

  19. We just loved the series and I enjoyed the additional chapter. I have been looking for something like this to listen to again (both my fiance and I listened to the series via Audibles), and we just can’t find anything that’s even close to being comparable. So, we are hoping that you will create another series similar to this one. PLEASE!!!! 🙂

  20. Could you please make more books? I liked the series but now I am curious about the society of zoology so could you please make another book maybe even with different characters but in the same setting.

  21. Never in my life have I ever rushed so fast into a library to pick up a book, for I was genuinely intrigued when a friend of mine showed me Behemoth. I picked up Leviathan and Behemoth yesterday, and my eyes raked each and every single word I have read so far of this well-crafted series, as I finished Leviathan today in class, returned it, and picked up Goliath to read, and I’m a quarter-way through Behemoth. As with other fans, I would be swarming to read another sub series with Deryn and Alek, as I have grown attached to these characters for they are so well-written, I couldn’t stop the page turning.

  22. I also want to add that my most favored part of the Leviathan series is the character relationships and development. Such as Alek first acting like a bratty, stereotypical rich kid, than into a more mature man who is actually a pretty decent liar in the end, and Deryn being a more stable character at first, not worried that anyone can find out her secret, to crushing on the very same Prince Aleksandar of Hohenburg, whom of which she did never want to tell him for the next step of her development and the same reason to prevent something as tragic as Alek’s parents’ deaths, to a very cautious and insecure person as more and more things happen in their time on the Leviathan to cause more people to find out her secret. Bovril was also an interesting character because I had to look up the word perspicacious in order to understand, because I couldn’t stand to be like Deryn and Alek, using the word without knowing the meaning. The main protagonist’s character dynamic changes with each character. For Alek, he grows distant from Volger, and he trusts him less and less throughout the series, and Alek’s eventual trust in Dr. Barlow, whom of which we don’t know if she intentionally made Bovril hatch on Alek’s watch or not. With him and Deryn, his initial hatred turned to friendship, then to his falling out with Deryn after finding out her secret, and falling in love with her slowly. And for Deryn, her initial distrust with Alek turns to crush, then a burning passionate love for Alek, which was eventually returned, and her somewhat confusion with Dr. Barlow’s intentions, as stated multiple times in Behemoth turns to working with her. And as I near the conclusion of Goliath, the only thing I will regret is that I will never know how Alek, Deryn, and Bovril’s story will end, or get a proper explanation as to how their world would be now. I have many burning questions, like ‘Dr. Barlow mentioned in Behemoth that Bovril seems to interact with Deryn like he does with Alek, and she mentions that they ”Are close”, am I reading too into it or did she suspect that there was something else going on between them?’, ‘How does WW2 start in this alternate universe?’, ‘How come the ending was too open?’, and ‘Why isn’t there a movie made for this series?’.

    Mr. Westerfeld, I too believe that this series has a lot going on for it, as I can’t stop reading it, like I’m annoying my family with the sheer amount of reading I have done. All we fellow readers wish for is a sequel series of this amazing trilogy, or even a movie deal. Your work with the Leviathan series has inspired me to be a better friend and ally in the face of trouble and deceit, which plagues this world to this very day, and I may one day transform your story into a play in my senior year of High School.

    I thank you for taking the time to read our comments. And I look forward to seeing your future works, and the possible sequel series.

  23. I’m rereading the Leviathan trilogy again and I couldn’t help but reread this lovely little bit too. I love that you call your own writing fanfiction, haha!

  24. I absolutely love this series and have binge-read all three books! (Actually I listened to the audio-recordings by Alan Cumming which were amazing, and my favorite voice character he did was Count Vulgar!)
    Although my imagination took the story way beyond, into Alek and Deryn getting married, having a baby girl, and Count Vulgar becoming a God-father! lol!
    I would love to see more Alek and Deryn adventures though!

  25. Wow this comment section is lit. Was expecting more than one comment in the year since I last checked lol.

  26. Scott please please please right another trilogy about when they are in the zoological service I need to know how the war ended.

  27. Alek in a dress? What was he thinking? Anyhow, I love Scott Westerfield’s leviathan series and if this is the last chapter, by all means, I am gonna cry 🙁 I can relate to Alek in many ways. One way is that i’m learning ” Clanker Talk/ German”. I will mentally die if this is the last chapter. It was great of course and I liked the art at the end.

  28. I will read every book until I find a grander series. I will not stop. I will create an a.i. To do so. Although the a.i. Would also need to create a.i. because their will never be anything to surpass this based on my specifications. I do wish the series didn’t end I will never feel hope again. And after re reading this it sounds too dreary. As my life. And. Things. ?

  29. I can’t even count how many times I’ve read this after crying over the Leviathan trilogy, haha. I really love your books, and even though you probably won’t read this comment, Mr. Scott Westerfeld, I absolutely adore your books. The Uglies series was definitely the best Dystopian series I’ve read, and the steampunk-fantasy-historical genres of Leviathan were thrilling. Thank you so much for making these books for us.

  30. as i finish reading the leviathan series once again im left with a bittersweet feeling and longing for another novel set in this interesting world with these awesome characters

  31. I think he should’ve made the war extend longer than in one year, just like the real one. Then we would have more of Deryn and Alek, but not have it at that point completely be a romantic novel of some sort, with a plot that isn’t remotely absurd.

  32. Personally, I’d suggest people say *could*, not *should*. Although, I would love it if more *could* be written! I adore Deryn and Alek as characters.

  33. Your first book was gifted to me a decade ago. I just re-read the series and loved it even more than I read last time. And then as I’m scrolling Wikipedia, I learn you have a bonus chapter that was enjoyable and funny.

    You have created a universe that was beautiful from the start. The combination of your writing talent with Kieth’s illustrations more the books powerful. Can only imagine of other book series did that.

    Anyways you left a great mark in the world of literature, I will check out your other series now.

    John Doe

  34. This is my third time, maybe fourth? Reading the trilogy. It has been a few years since I last read it, these books were one of the first, if not the first books I began to read out of enjoyment. Honestly, they are just as enjoyable as the first time. Thank you for showing me that the world of literature far surpasses that of the movies. However, I am always filled with sadness after I finish. The adventure is over 🙁 maybe soon it will be time to make some of my own.

  35. Thank you so much for writing this trilogy and this chapter, I honestly can’t say I’ve read a book better written. I hope you somehow continue this story.

  36. Just going to be honest for a quick second, this chapter is absolutely amazing. I finished rereading the trilogy today and wanted more, and I found the for the first time. PLEASE, I’m begging, give us more Deryn and Alek. I love them so much. Deryn told me that as a girl, I can do whatever I want. Alek told me that people you love are far more important than anything else. Together, they taught me that taking risks is good, and also being oblivious is hilarious. We all want more. We all need more. Alek and Deryn are the people we look up to, people that taught us how to live. And like you said yourself, writing Leviathan (and the extra chapter) was fun! Why not do yourself, and us, a favour, and write more? We’re all curious and waiting, and we’re in love. In love with Leviathan.

  37. i would just like to say this is such a good book series and Scott if you do more like it i know for a fact i will cry happy tears

  38. I finished reading the trilogy a few days ago, I am really fascinated, even now it is my favorite book saga, how much I knew about this bonus was exciting, however that bittersweet feeling that there are no more adventures of alek and deryn is very sad! ! I hope one day that you follow the story, as an animated series, movie or even more books I will look forward to! For now I will see more of your works and hope you follow the beautiful story of Leviathan. Greetings from Colombia!

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