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’
They
really
come
alive
?
’
’
All
I
’
ll
say
is
that
when
the
Tsorteans
put
a
curse
on
a
place
,
they
don
’
t
mess
about
.
’
Mort
turned
a
corner
and
Ysabell
lost
sight
of
him
for
a
heart
-
stopping
moment
.
She
scurried
through
the
darkness
and
cannoned
into
him
.
He
was
examining
a
dog
-
headed
bird
.
’
Urgh
,
’
she
said
.
’
Doesn
’
t
it
send
shivers
up
your
spine
?
’
’
No
,
’
said
Mort
flatly
.
’
Why
not
?
’
BECAUSE
I
AM
MORT
.
He
turned
,
and
she
saw
his
eyes
glow
like
blue
pinpoints
.
’
Stop
it
!
’
I
–
CAN
’
T
.
