The Devil's Paintbox. Robin Jarvis
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Название: The Devil's Paintbox
Автор: Robin Jarvis
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Учебная литература
Серия: The Witching Legacy
isbn: 9781780317335
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First published in Great Britain in 2017
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Text and illustration copyright © 2017 Robin Jarvis
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First e-book edition 2017
ISBN 978 1 4052 8024 2
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1733 5
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A colour a day to brighten our play. But once begun can’t be undone, till all are gone and washed away.
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Indistinct shapes, blacker than the eternal night that reigned over this furthest region of the sea, guided the shadowy figure to the place appointed. A pale luminescence glimmered from the mouth of an unseen cave and a monstrous terror of the uncharted abyss, with a forest of teeth, swam forward. The glow emanated from countless growths on its grotesque head and by that ghastly radiance the spirit of Mister Dark found he was standing upon a finger of rock at the edge of an immense trench that no light would ever reach.
The creature circled him and he could feel many hostile eyes spying from crevices in the surrounding stones. Foul voices, thick with slime, were gargling and whispering; distorted shells scurried and barbed tentacles reached towards him. The water seethed with resentment.
If Mister Dark had been a living man he would have been paralysed with terror, for beyond these attendant courtiers he could sense he was in the presence of Them.
The Lords of the Deep were watching.
Mister Dark’s nerve almost failed. Malignance crashed over him in violent pulses. Dropping to his knees, he waited for Their judgement.
He could feel Them invading his mind, shredding through the intricate plots and schemes and laying bare his most secret desires.
‘Forgive me! I humbly beg you!’ he cried. ‘Indulge me this one more chance. I swear this time I shall succeed.’
Shuddering, he shrieked in pain as he felt Them withdraw sharply from his thoughts and he fell forward, nearly plunging into the trench.
The sea grew even colder and he waited for a pronouncement.
In that remote region there was no concept of time, no way to measure the hours. He did not СКАЧАТЬ