Albert will tell Lester about us being here, and soon after, Tommy Lancaster will know, too. Now Tommy and Lester are missing a good many teeth. Lester and his pal, Tommy Lancaster, once tried to put arrows into me for spoiling some fun Tommy was about to have hurting someone. One of those men, Albert, has a son, Lester. He often leaves for days at a time, but he's never gone so long without calling. Ray adds,But I'm getting worried about him. Except that it's big and he hopes to make a lot of money on it. I don't know what it is, he hasn't told me. He lay down, not certain if he was alive or dead, if the man who would presently come would kill him or resurrect him: only certain that to lie down was easiest, in this, the emptiest of all possible worlds. Now he would just wait for the progenitor of this elegant syllogism to come and dispatch him. Nothing is essential, it had said, and shown him the why and how or rather dug up that part of him that had known all along. He had fallen to his knees what was left of his self-preservation was a tattered and hopeless thought, gray on gray. Then there came the plague-a plague of vampires! He was dazzled, and after the lorry angled away the night was that much darker. A heavy vehicle, turning off the motorway, lit him up in the glare of its thousand watt eyes. He turned in a slow circle, took in the entire car park, the squat, hulking snail-shapes of parked cars. For some reason he was holding his breath, and maybe it was a very good reason. He turned, looked back towards the friendly lights of the all-night eater. Something niggled at the back of Newton's mind. His footsteps, echoing back to him, seemed to pause just a moment too late. Isis was patient and wise.īut as he approached his car he slowed down, stopped. So painfully real the illusion, that he had the feeling the cardboard on which it was printed might melt and leave the face floating, gossamer as a ghost, in the air.īut Isis had a curious distinction - something that set her far apart from the cruel Cybele. The Mayfair emerald gleamed in this masterly twilight. A lovely dark-haired woman gazed out at him from the divine gloom spun by Rembrandt - alive, smiling the very smile he had only just seen on Rowan's lips.
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