Chapters (64)
- About the Book
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One: The Swamp
- CHAPTER ONE
- Chapter Two: The Way Forward
- CHAPTER TWO
- Chapter Three: Central Park
- CHAPTER THREE
- Chapter Four: Unexpected News
- CHAPTER FOUR
- Chapter Five: The Cave of Doors
- CHAPTER FIVE
- Chapter Six: The Gang’s All Here
- CHAPTER SIX
- Chapter Seven: Esau’s Fortress
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- Chapter Eight: Into the Maze
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- Chapter Nine: Freefall
- CHAPTER NINE
- Chapter Ten: The Coils of the Labyrinth
- CHAPTER TEN
- Chapter Eleven: Torment
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- Chapter Twelve: Invitation
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- Chapter Thirteen: The Grasping Tower
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- Chapter Fourteen: The Swarmers Go Forth
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- Chapter Fifteen: Down the Rabbit Hole
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- Chapter Sixteen: Soranna’s Gambit
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- Chapter Seventeen: Together Again
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- Chapter Eighteen: Difficult Choices
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- Chapter Nineteen: A Welcome Respite
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- Chapter Twenty: Isaac’s Confession
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- Chapter Twenty-one: The Giant’s Playground
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- Chapter Twenty-two: Alice and Goliath
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- Chapter Twenty-three: Torment’s Children
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- Chapter Twenty-four: The Hunt Begins
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- Chapter Twenty-five: End of the Line
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- Chapter Twenty-six: The Gideon, Reprise
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- Chapter Twenty-seven: Reunion
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- Chapter Twenty-eight: Homecoming
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- Chapter Twenty-nine: And If You Wrong Us
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:
- About the Author
- Also available in The Forbidden Library series:
The thing reminded her of a spider, but she would have welcomed a spider, even a giant one, in preference to this. Its body was a round globe of pallid, eyeless flesh, nearly invisible in the midst of a tangle of limbs. These were arms, dozens of human arms, horribly elongated and twisted into unnatural shapes so that their palms served as the thing’s feet. More arms rose above them, longer than Alice was tall and with three or four elbows each, reaching out above the “legs” to catch and grab. Like the arms in the window, these were all different, thick-fingered men’s hands, delicate young ladies’, even the waving, misshapen fist of an infant.
The edge of the tower roof was lined by a tall, spike-topped iron fence, and the thing was climbing up it, hauling itself hand over hand. For a moment Alice couldn’t see what it was moving toward; then she spotted the thin figure of Soranna, clinging to the outside of the fence, crawling desperately bar by bar away from the monster.
“Soranna!” Alice pushed the devilfish’s light as bright as it would go and waved, trying to get the creature’s attention. It was no good—with its prey in sight, the thing slithered over the top of the fence, heedless of the bleeding rips torn in its lower limbs by the spikes. Soranna took a deep breath, and for a moment Alice thought she was going to jump—
—but instead she pulled herself forward, through the bars, like they were no more substantial than mist. The hands closed on empty air, and Soranna ran toward Alice, gasping for air. The creature spun, pushing itself back over the fence, and landed on the roof. It raced after Soranna, hands slapping the stone with a sound like a hundred people clapping at once.
Alice let go of the Swarm and yanked on Spike’s thread, hard enough to bring him snapping into reality. The little dinosaur snorted and then charged, his stumpy legs pumping like pistons. Within a few yards he had accelerated to a gallop, horns leveled at the multi-armed horror. By the time he passed Soranna, Spike’s feet were a blur.