St. Martin's Griffin
“HEY, COME BACK HERE!”
It was Jake Markham calling. Angry.
“Sarah, damnation, what do you think you’re doing?” Alex, yelling.
But Sarah didn’t answer. She stood rigid. Frozen in place. Because beyond her feet, right by the water’s edge, lay an enormous shape. The shape of a bat, wings wide and black. But this bat had arms at the end of its wings. Dark arms and black hands. No, correction. One black hand, and one hand pale and clenched. A hand without a glove. And beside the hand, faintly gleaming, was a cracked lens from a pair of
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