Joseph, light-headed, his legs shaking, peered down the ruined stairway that zigzagged down the cliff-side from the haunted mansion to the entrance to the Speakeasy tunnels where the Bethany had left her jeep.
“I sure could use a Scooby Snack about now,” he mumbled, adding, “I’m not so used to moving around on terra firma.” Continue reading
The tunnel shifted, the river of sewer water belched and dropped suddenly into a steaming waterfall, and the bioluminescence on the walls flared.
“Ruh-roh,” said Andrew as he let go of Joseph and swept the twins into his arms, herding them toward their mother, Bethany, and the gate that led to the relative safety of the mansion above. Continue reading
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“Okay then, Shadowman says we have to band together, that we each have to play our parts, right place, right order, or we’re screwed,” said Ducks, straightening up as the Scottish Mage, in the Shadow World, finished his instructions to The Twins. Continue reading
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If a heart could beat in the Shadowland, there would have been two rattling like a pair of snare drums: one with the boy, Andrew, at the edge of the sewer mudslide, wild, dark hair and lanky long limbs groping in panic to stop the brass plaque’s slide into the tumbling sewer water; the other frozen in time, green eyes wide in panic, mouth closed in a tight “o” over his dimpled chin, as if he could stop the crumbling limestone walls from fully collapsing and crushing the four young women of whom he’d grown quite fond. Continue reading
Bethany revved her Jeep to catch up with the three, and pulled over to the side of the road on her unofficial detour to avoid road construction, dismissively flapping her hand at the motorist behind her who leaned on his horn and shouted an incoherent, but clearly rude epithet about her parentage, as he swerved around her. Continue reading
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