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. Shadows leaped and danced around them
as though cast there by a torch in a mad dancer's hand. Like bats
smoked from a cave, the hollow, heartless voices of the dead
swept round the high vaulted ceiling. The corridor filled with a
tomb's chill.
Thickening suddenly, the shadows swirled to form into
something black and vaguely manlike.
Before Flint could move or even shout a warning, a dark
spectre reached to touch his friend, freezing him to stillness with
its grasp. Horrified, he saw Tanis, his eyes suddenly still and
glazed, his face like a carved death mask, turn.
Flint leaped, diving for Tanis, thinking to pull him away from
the deadly hold of the black ghost. But, fast as he moved, he was
too late. He felt for a moment the hard, real warmth of Tanis's arm
beneath his hand. Then he felt nothing.
"No!" he howled, hitting out at the clammy stone wall in his fear
and anger. "Tanis!" But Tanis was gone, vanished as though he
had never been there. "No!" Flint struck the wall again, not feeling
the sharp sting of stone tearing at his knuckles. "Tanis! Damn!
Where are you!"
He would have hit the wall again in fury and an almost blind
need to feel something solid and real, but a slim hand grasped his
wrist, pulling his fist down.
"No, please stop!" Riana cried, "Flint, stop."
Flint rounded on the girl, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Where is he?"
"He's gone-they took him, the way they took Ka-rel and
Daryn
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