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"
Loons
,
"
Louis
said
and
barely
recognized
the
cracked
,
somehow
ghastly
sound
of
his
own
voice
.
But
he
sounded
amused
.
God
help
him
,
he
actually
sounded
amused
.
He
hesitated
briefly
and
then
moved
on
again
.
As
if
to
punish
him
for
his
brief
pause
,
his
foot
slipped
from
the
next
tussock
,
and
he
almost
lost
his
shoe
,
pulling
it
free
from
the
grasping
ooze
under
the
shallow
water
.
The
voice
--
if
that
was
what
it
was
--
came
again
,
this
time
from
the
left
.
Moments
later
it
came
from
behind
him
...
from
directly
behind
him
,
it
seemed
,
as
if
he
could
have
turned
and
seen
some
blood-drenched
thing
less
than
a
foot
from
his
back
,
all
bared
teeth
and
glittering
eyes
...
but
this
time
Louis
did
not
slow
.
He
looked
straight
ahead
and
kept
walking
.
Suddenly
the
mist
lost
its
light
and
Louis
realized
that
a
face
was
hanging
in
the
air
ahead
of
him
,
leering
and
gibbering
.
Its
eyes
,
tilted
up
like
the
eyes
in
a
classical
Chinese
painting
,
were
a
rich
yellowish-gray
,
sunken
,
gleaming
.
The
mouth
was
drawn
down
in
a
rictus
;
the
lower
lip
was
turned
out
,
revealing
teeth
stained
blackish-brown
and
worn
down
almost
to
nubs
.
But
what
struck
Louis
were
the
ears
,
which
were
not
ears
at
all
but
curving
horns
...
they
were
not
like
devil
's
horns
;
they
were
ram
's
horns
.
This
grisly
,
floating
head
seemed
to
be
speaking
--
laughing
.
Its
mouth
moved
,
although
that
turned-down
lower
lip
never
came
back
to
its
natural
shape
and
place
.
Veins
in
there
pulsed
black
.
Its
nostrils
flared
,
as
if
with
breath
and
life
,
and
blew
out
white
vapors
.
As
Louis
drew
closer
,
the
floating
head
's
tongue
lolled
out
.
It
was
long
and
pointed
,
dirty
yellow
in
color
.
It
was
coated
with
peeling
scales
and
as
Louis
watched
one
of
these
flipped
up
and
over
like
a
manhole
cover
and
a
white
worm
oozed
out
.
The
tongue
's
tip
skittered
lazily
on
the
air
somewhere
below
where
its
adam
's
apple
should
have
been
...
it
was
laughing
.
He
clutched
Gage
closer
to
him
,
hugging
him
,
as
if
to
protect
him
,
and
his
feet
faltered
and
began
to
slip
on
the
grassy
tussocks
where
they
held
slim
purchase
.
You
might
see
St.
Elmo
's
fire
,
what
the
sailors
call
foolights
.
It
can
make
funny
shapes
,
but
it
's
nothing
.
If
you
should
see
some
of
those
shapes
and
they
bother
you
,
just
look
the
other
way
...
