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I don&039;t search for Cadaver directly, figuring that wherever Art is, the demon must be too (Unless he killed Art and dumped his body as he darted betorlds, says an inner voice which I ignore) So I search for my brother instead To e of him His face is hazy in my mind and I have to concentrate hard to ewith before he was stolen He dropped them on his way to theand I picked them up Put them in my pocket I reach in and touch thee of Art in Sally&039;s house, that night in the bedroo them up in front of his eyes

As soon as I recall that, a nu e patch I saw over Art&039;s head that time Maybe individual colours are associated with certain people I must takefor sohts yet I find myself reluctant to start Afraid almost Because now, finally, I have to face the facts If Art&039;s dead, I&039;ll know as soon as I step through theI&039;ve been living in hope, trying to convince myself that he&039;s alive and well But once I put these pulsing lights together, hope will vanish, leaving me with the truth Which is fine if Cadaver hasn&039;t killed hiainst the possible awfulness of the discovery I can&039;t falter nohen I&039;ift earlier, I could have gone after hi process I&039;ve found out things about e universe, bit by bit Tiood use - and pray it&039;s not too late

I let out a deep breath Scratch an itchy spot on hts into place

Theis orange when it forreat surprise I step back frory Beranabus will be if Art isn&039;t with Cadaver

The ician steps up to theand sniffs at it Looks back at us There&039;s a glint to his eyes which, looking round, I see reflected in Shark&039;s The eager glint ofShar else He&039;s put his leather jacket on and is stroking one of his spiky clumps of hair for co with her back to us, though her shoulders are no longer heaving At the call, she stands and turns Her pale, pockmarked face is co but there are no fresh tears She walks towards us at an even pace, stops close to Beranabus, looks at him without interest

"I want you to concentrate," Beranabus says "See if you can gain an insight which ht let us knohat&039;s on the other side"

Nadia shtful," she says then steps through thebefore Beranabus can respond

Beranabus curses, but the slightest look of guilt flits across his face He shrugs it off and nods sharply at Sharmila "You next I&039;ll come after you Then the boy, Dervish and Shark Is everybody ready?"

"Ready for what?" Dervish asks

Beranabus chuckles "Hell, most likely"

Webs everywhere Strand after strand, soether, others as fine as a length of thread A glooiantbut blackness when I look down through the le my bare toes over theon candyfloss

There&039;s a dehtmarish beast He has the body of a child but the head of an adult Pale green skin

No hair, but a wig-like cluster of lice scuttle around his scalp, feeding on his flesh, digging holes through to his brain No eyes - instead, a ball of fire burns in either socket A large ue Two smaller mouths set in his palms, one in either hand

The dereat speed, crisscrossing the network of webs, leaping froives chase, not even Shark We&039;ve just spotted the castle towards which the de