Of Twisted Men (working)
an excerpt

Monday mornings were always the hardest. No one was ever in a good mood after the weekend was over and it was becoming increasingly difficult to open ones eyes to the bright fluorescent lights of the office after stepping out of a warm car into a blast of frozen fresh air.
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“Enough!” Newt commanded. Immediately the bells stopped and the light disappeared. Kreeps was back in the dark, cold stone tower. The mirror he faced contained an identical brother starring back at him. Such a dark, shrivelled little thing. With large eyes and grey withered skin, almost silvery-scaled in places – in scars. It looked… it looked like the Second. Was that… what it had been? How it had been? A manling. “Kreeps! Come.”
He looked up at master – [i]Master[/i] – and obeyed.
But his brother in the mirror went back the other way, into another door, to look for the magic box in the other world.
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The humming was all they could hear. Seth thought he’d died and it was the noise of his heart monitor going flat or something. But then… he could still feel the seatbelt holding him firm in his seat. And Parylin’s hand was still painfully tight on his arm. It was a strange thought, that if this was his last moment alive it was in a car (figures) with his cat and some girl he’d only met once before. Let the police figure that one out when they found the wreck.
But they weren’t dead.
Not yet.