Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
Obsidian Mirror Sampler_Aug12.pdf - Hachette Childrens
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The bus ran over a small hump-backed bridge and<br />
stopped in a street. The driver peered round his<br />
screen. ‘Wintercombe.’<br />
It was far sooner than she’d thought. She scrambled<br />
to the door, looked out cautiously and jumped down.<br />
‘Thanks.’<br />
‘My pleasure.’ His voice was dry. Doors swished shut<br />
in her face. The bus roared away.<br />
It was the village, but intact. People lived here. Over<br />
the huddled houses the sky was already darkening. Shouts<br />
made her turn, fast, but only a few men came laughing<br />
out of the pub. The Replicant and his wolf could be here<br />
in half an hour. She had to hurry.<br />
Avoiding the houses she slipped down a footpath<br />
marked Wintercombe Abbey; it led into woodland. Great<br />
trees creaked overhead. She felt tiny under them, and<br />
uneasy because the wolf wasn’t the only danger. Getting<br />
into the estate would be difficult. Through the Wood.<br />
It was so silent the rustle of her own footsteps<br />
scared her.<br />
The path descended into a deep hollow, banked on<br />
each side. Broken winter umbels lay snapped and trampled<br />
in the mud. After about a mile she stopped, holding her<br />
side, and listened. Everything seemed quiet. Then, as she<br />
turned to go on, she heard the sudden, excited howl.<br />
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