Abarat 2: Days of Magic Nights of War by Clive Barker

Abarat 2: Days of Magic Nights of War by Clive Barker

Author:Clive Barker
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Magic, Fantasy, Juvenile Fiction, Fiction, Science Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780007227723
Publisher: Voyager
Published: 2006-11-15T05:00:00+00:00


“Keep looking at it. Don’t take your eyes off it for a moment.”

“Don’t worry,” said Candy. “I have no intention of looking the other way.”

“Would you … do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Take my hand?”

“Oh …” She couldn’t help smiling, despite everything. “Sure.”

They began their very cautious retreat, their clammy hands locked together. The snowfall had started to thicken in the last few minutes, making the Waztrill look like a ghost of itself.

Very slowly it began to come in steady pursuit of them, its motion causing the birds on its back to give up their search for parasites and rise into the icy air.

“I wish we had some place to go” Candy murmured softly.

She’d no sooner spoken than there was a deep resonant boom in the air, which shook the snow down from all the branches and blossoms in the vicinity.

“There!” said Letheo, pointing up into the air. “I told you!”

Overhead a large, elaborate geometrical shape appeared in the sky, illuminated by what little light was thrown up from the snowcovered ground.

“The house,” Candy said.

“The Dead Man’s House,” Letheo said.

The shape kept falling, getting clearer and clearer as it tumbled out of the air. It was immense, and it was clearly going to fall perilously close to them.

“It’s going to crash,” she said, her fear of the pursuant Waztrill forgotten in the shadow of this almighty descent. And still it was falling, its size more and more breathtaking.

“It’s not going to crash,” Letheo said. “It does this all the time.”

He was right. As the house reached a point about a hundred feet above the treetops, it seemed to discover its equilibrium. Its velocity slowed, and it rolled over so that its foundation was turned earthward.

Then it began a controlled descent the rest of the way. Only A T I M E OF M O N S T E R S 247 now could Candy get any real sense of the size and the strangeness of the house. There was no building in Chickentown that it faintly resembled; nor any, she thought, in the state of Minnesota.

Everything about it was extreme. Its windows were tall and narrow, like the windows of a church almost, only taller still, and narrower.

The doors were even more emaciated and the vast roof absurdly steep. She was not surprised in the least that this was called the Dead Man’s House. It was like a vast mausoleum that was coming down in the forest, its weight smashing to tinder those unlucky trees that lay where it had decided to put itself down. As it settled, its ancient beams creaked and a sigh came from its ancient stones. Then it was at rest, and the snow covered it as it fell on the entire scene. After a few seconds it seemed the house had been there forever.

“Well, that’s something you don’t see every day,” Candy remarked.

“We should go,” Letheo said. “Mister Masper will be expecting us.”

“Oh yes. And you need your eleven paterzem,” Candy said, claiming her hand from his.

She glanced back at the Waztrill.



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