Browder‘s eyes were black. His teeth were black. It wasn‘t a trick of the strange light. From somewhere deep inside Browder came the voice Joel had heard whispering to him the day he arrived. It was slick and it was deep and it was *old*.
It wasn‘t whispering now.
“He should never have brought me there,” KT said in the front passenger seat. “He should have known I couldn‘t handle that place.”
“To seal the oath you have just made, son, this old place will mark you. It hurts us a little so we know it can hurt us a lot. Do you hear, son?”
He saw a pair of glassy black eyes watching him between the thorns and creeper. Saw them shine in the light with ancient smug intelligence of an iguana, of a creature from the dark deep dreaming its way up to the surface, hungry for a show. Joel would have sworn-if his mind hadn‘t teetered right on the absolute edge of oblivion-that those eyes, those *big* eyes had a smile in their shine.”
Luke knew it was no good trying to pretend that a site like this didn‘t make him a little tipsy with pride.
“Your mother also thought the Pope was sending her messages in the Dillard‘s catalog.”
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“You mean-but Dylan said you must have known. Dylan always said you must have known about him because he always knew about you.”
“Out there?” Spearson lowered his head like he was afraid to look at it. “There ain‘t nothing out there to own.”
Joel tried to calm himself: sounding like a hysterical queen wouldn‘t do his case any good.
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