Extrait
I grab my chair, ready to bat the birds back out again, back to wherever they came from, when they start to speak—all of them talking together in a deep voice, more like singing than talking. Like a choir, direct in my head—just like the crackle from the cockroach in the Yard, or the whistle from the spider in the Doctor’s room, only this time there’s hundreds of voices speaking at once.
And I really can hear what they’re saying.
*Kester Jaynes, we have been sent to find you.*
And I really can hear what they’re saying.
*Kester Jaynes, we have been sent to find you.*