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S HAWN S PEAKMAN<br />
Danger could come from anywhere.<br />
The face of Merle’s visitor flashed in his mind—the haunted<br />
eyes, the emaciated frame. Richard, the bookseller had called him.<br />
Was it that man out in the gloom, watching Bran now?<br />
Bran didn’t think so. Whatever followed him felt different. It<br />
was not the police, a thieving addict, or any of the commonplace<br />
threats that used to confront him daily. With the feeling came a<br />
stabbing hatred, one not tired like the streets, but fresh and vibrant.<br />
A shift of gloom at the corner of his eye raised his fight reflex.<br />
Heart racing his mind, his feet picking up the pace, he probed<br />
the world.<br />
Nothing.<br />
The movement came again, closer, accompanied by a highpitched<br />
whine. It came once again from two directions, and he<br />
understood with stunning clarity why he hadn’t caught sight of his<br />
pursuer earlier.<br />
It was in the air.<br />
Bran ducked self-consciously as tiny flying shadows materialized.<br />
They were gone just as quickly, darting back into the night.<br />
Bats would buzz people, but with autumn come, the bats had gone<br />
into hibernation. When the fast-moving creatures came again,<br />
crossing over his head almost at the same time, Bran got a closer<br />
look at them—and couldn’t believe his own eyes.<br />
They definitely weren’t bats.<br />
They were something else entirely.<br />
It was enough to set him running. The things came again,<br />
swooping in on sleek dragonfly-like wings of gossamer that shimmered<br />
in the weak light. They were each the size of a bat, but any<br />
other resemblance disappeared with their human-like arms and<br />
legs and tiny leaves sprouting in patches over cocoa-colored skin.<br />
Panic quickening adrenaline, Bran dove behind a parked car,<br />
keeping low, watching. He was still several blocks from the safety<br />
of Old World Tales. What he had seen gave his sanity pause and<br />
his fear rein. Uncertainty pulled him in multiple directions—run,<br />
scream, fight, or all of them.<br />
The chittering returned and he picked out intelligible words.<br />
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