In either direction there was nothing. Gone was the entrance that took them there, replaced with the sensation that they had entered a tomb. Teddy’s torch was losing the battle against darkness. Back in the orphanage it had the strong, penetrating beam of a full battery. Down in the land of the dead, it cut […]
No one stopped the kids as they moved to the second floor of the orphanage. From the staircase, they accessed the forbidden wing using Prost’s keys. Standing in an unexplored hallway, they were deciding which of the two new doors to go through first when they were interrupted. A bang sounded from one of the […]
In the dark of night the Sin-Eaters decided to pay Father Prost a visit in jail. Visitation was prohibited at that hour but, thanks to Percy’s wheelchair stunts (a feat so inexplicably glorious that this Storyteller would not dare try give it description), they gained entry to the police station without faculty knowing. Prost’s jailers […]
The orphanage’s dead followed the young Sin-Eaters wherever they went. Teddy’s ghost introduced itself in an alley. Cardboard and newspapers accounted for shelter and they shared it with a nameless, shaggy vagrant. He, somehow capable of seeing into the Twilight, noticed the specter first. His upset issued out in slobbery ululations describing as well as […]
Czeslaw, having just died, ambled into Percy and Georgie as they left the cafeteria. They watched Captain Midnight crush him with his biplane knowing it wouldn’t be the end. It was obvious when they met Czeslaw that he was destined for the pact. Church bells cut their discussion short, at the first toll people started […]
At their own table in the play room sat Percy Marsane and Georgie Corners. They were surrounded by other orphans but kept to themselves. Georgie had an eye on the ailing television, Percy did minor stunts with his wheelchair. All gazes in the room shift to the door where Sister Nice, a young beauty hidden […]