About the only high-rise still standing, it is a seventeen-story building of red brick and concrete. A complex web of wards works to convince the magic that the building is nothing more than a large rock so the magic will ignore it. A side-effect is that parts of the building appear to be part of a granite cliff. (p61-62)

A massive, forbidding structure of red brick and concrete, it has an eight foot tall concrete wall, narrow windows with metal grates, and is four stories tall. The clearing surrounding it shows signs of past landscaping. (p241)

It was once a prison. The left-wing inmates complained of ghosts trying to kill them. No one paid attention until the walls swallowed the prisoners during a strong magic fluctuation. They were partially entombed and still alive. The walls wouldn’t stop bleeding, so the Military Supernatural Defense Unit condemned the building, but they likely won’t level it until they’re sure they can’t use it. (p241-242)

Pre-Shift it was open and airy, but the covens had planted fast-growing trees. Now there is an impenetrable green barrier. The park has also swallowed several city blocks and is about four times it’s original size. This is the home of the Witches’ Oracle. (p137)

It used to be Southside Park, a mobile park retirement community, set just under the Brown Mills Golf Course and across Jonesboro Road. One night the magic hit hard and the manufactured homes warped. A fifth of the inhabitants vanished into the walls, into “Outside.” Now it pulls metal to itself and is saturated with magic. (p43-44)

Bordered by Lakewood Park on one side and Southview Cemetery on the other, it stretches all the way to McDonough Boulevard. The South Urban Renewal project reconfigured the area for large, sturdy apartment complexes and two to three story office buildings. Since the Shift it became poorer, tougher and more segregated. Now it is like a war zone after a bombing. (p25)

The following is a direct quote from Kate:

White Street got its name during the snowfall of ’14, which refused to melt for three and a half years. When a street can hold three inches of powder despite the hundred degree heat, you know it’s packing some serious magic. Anybody who could afford to move did. (p41-42)

The Arena is a large building made of brick that sits in the middle of a huge parking lot. It is oval in shape and three stories tall. It used to be the Cooler, Atlanta’s ice-skating rink. Wooden towers armed with machine guns and cheiroballistae stand a hundred yards from it. A two foot wide fluorescent white line marks its territory. (p56-58)

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The following is a direct quote from the book:

Before the shift, the street of Ponce de Leon had channeled the massive flow of traffic from Stone Mountain through Decatur and Druid Hills past City Hall East all the way to the skyscrapers of Midtown. (p47)

With the presence of the nearby mage university and its students who are impulsive in their purchases, Ponce de Leon had revived to become a bustling street full of shops, stalls, and eateries. (p47-48)

City Hall East is only nine stories high, but it is two million square feet and is steeped in history. It evolved from “the 1962 Sears depot to a government hub to a community of condos, shops, and restaurants sheltering a couple acres of green.” (p47)

The university purchased it, and now it houses faculty, students, libraries, laboratories, research facilities, and so on. (p47)

A restaurant where the elite gather to see and be seen and violence is forbidden. The building is an over-sized, Enligh-style mansion of redbrick, huge windows, and dark ivy climbing the walls. (p156-157)

Kate’s new business. The building is solid brick, a squat two stories, with thick metal grates on the windows and a sturdy door. It is equipped with the basics of an armory, magical diagnostic equipment, and alchemical supplies. (p346-347)

The building used to be an old Sheraton Hotel built as a hollow tower. There was a restaurant, a coffee shop, a gift shop, and a raised platform area for happy hour. There was a stream running through the area and an elevator in a transparent shaft of plastic on the far wall. Now, the happy hour platform holds the job board, the gift shop is an armory, the restaurant is the mess hall, the elevator doesn’t work, and the stream is gone. (p56)

It used to be Molen Enterprises with a slender glass tower. It was owned by one of the richest families in Atlanta. Rumor says they got hold of a phoenix egg and planned to have it imprint on them. But phoenix rise like rockets into the sky when born, so instead the explosion took out the tower and three city blocks. It left a round crater about 140 feet across and fifty feet deep. Two weeks later it cooled and left a sheet of foot-thick glass on the bottom. People cut steps into the sides and turned it into an amphitheater. It sits in the middle of the city. (p297-298)

A bar on the border between the People’s and the Pack’s territories. It caters to both factions as long as they keep it civil. Only the bouncers are allowed real weapons. The building is a ugly, squat, and brick, with steel bars over the windows and a metal door over two inches thick. (p8-11)

A place of Jewish worship bordered on three sides by brick buildings and by a brick fence on the fourth, it has bright red walls, a white colonnade, and white stairs. Mezuzot, verses from the Torah, hang along the walls and keep Unicorn Lane at bay. The wall itself has angelic names, magic squares, and holy names written on it. (p192)

Inside, enormous windows let in light. Pews are cream with dark red cushions. It has cream walls and a high, vaulted ceiling gilded with gold. (p193)

The street, on the northeast part of the city, used to be called North Arcadia Street until a Southern preacher walked into the intersection with Ponce de Leon, started ranting about how he was the second Jeremiah and demanding people repent, and unleashed a meteor shower after being ignored. It leveled two city blocks. The street had to be rebuilt from the ground up and was renamed after the man who demolished it. (p9)

It is the fastest way to the west back of the Chattahoochee River after it became a paradise for deep-water, magic monsters. Its bridge is home to the Bridge Troll. (p49 and p50)

It used to be the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport before the first shift, located on the south side of the city. It is three miles wide and now houses the MSDU Headquarters for the entire Southeast. The terminal building is armed with siege engines and machine guns with concrete bunkers. A second row of bunkers guards the concourse. For a half-mile around the outer-most bunkers is clear ground and runways, providing no cover for an attacking force. When activated there are three layer of wards: one around the control tower, one around the bunkers, and one extending the length of the field. (p285-286)

It started as an upscale, moneyed subdivision. A few years after the first shift, the nearby Chattahoochee River and wooded area swelled with magic. The trees encroached, and despite people cutting and burning them, they took over until Sibley was a true forest. Strange creatures live in them, and most residents fled. The few remaining have expensive wards, fences, and lots of ammo. (p51-52)