Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Dead Rite chapter 120.01


Harold carried Lucy into the third golem storage room and stood in the doorway, half expecting them to come to life and attack. It was creepy, to be watched by so many empty eyes, knowing that were they awake, if that was the right word, they could rip him into so many pieces his corpse would fit in a hollowed-out Bible. He walked to the closest and reached out until Lucy's hand flopped onto the cold metal surface but nothing happened. No grey spirit slugged out of the golem to save him minutes of work.

He walked back to the door and handed off his daughter to her mother then returned to the first golem. He was tentative about touching it, but grew more confidant when it resolutely failed to rip his head off. He walked round it once.

“You have to take the panel off the back.” Dill pointed the the recessed area. “It has this weird security screws, though.”

“Here.” Jasfoup handed Harold a screwdriver that looked more like a stubby toasting fork.

Harold tried it on the first screw and with a slight effort began to remove the panel. “Brilliant. Got any more of these? It'll take us ages to do them all one at a time. I don't want to risk the waking up while were doing it.”

“Sure.” Jasfoup produced a second and handed it to Dill.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Aren't you going to help?”

“I am helping. I gave you the screwdriver, didn't I?”

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