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Samara had caught the firstOutside film by chance. One of her favourite bands, of which there were many, had been filmed playing the Brixton Academy, and MTV had been advertising the showing all week. Waiting for her parents and sister to go to bed, Samara had started on black coffee in a bid to stay awake. She didnt trust the timer on the VCR. Plus, her dad had an unfortunate habit: hed sneak back down stairs once everyone was asleep and flick through the foreign satellite channels for a smutty film from the seventies, or one of the many erotic game shows the Germans seemed to love. This completelyfucked the video recording, as the VCR recorded the satellite TV channel. The finale ofHellraiser had been spoiled when Kirsty was about to escape the Cenobites and suddenly the screen was filled with oiled-up girls in a show calledDie Sexy Olympiade. Hes slumped in the armchair in front of the dead fire, laptop on his knee, phone on the arm of the chair. The only light comes from the little angle-poise lamp on the table beside him. It throws his shadow onto the wall. He spent ten minutes playing with the silhouettes, making birds and spiders and wolves with his fingers before the effort of stretching his tender new skin became painful. Hes saving his energies for more important things. Needs to roll cigarettes and unscrew the cap of the various medicines that will see him through until the morning. Sometimes he needs the dark, and a glass, and the peace to lash himself without leaving a scar. Id never believed in prayer, but the screams stopped, or at least I couldnt hear them anymore. Not Elayne? But she is noble. Indarin seemed confused. The inner workings of Holtlands politics were alien to him. Shan had understood. It marked a difference in the brothers she had not realised before. Arthur Sixpence, he corrects him. Caretaker-cum-spiritual adviser. Like a firefly in the darkness, Shans body filled with shimmering light. His emotions were laid clear to her. Unused to pain, or to bearing physical damage, he would endure it, but deep down, he was afraid. And that was also alien to him. As usual the magic flowed through her, a blissful touch which filled the world around her with light, with the awareness of light. She could sense Indarin and the light that flowed like a river within him. He was angry, sullen, and still somewhat dismissive of her abilities. Lady Jeren, are you ready? Her escort of five guards stood waiting for her. Jeren dug her fingers into the balcony rail. Is she ready, Indarin? Ariah asked. Any bright ideas on where were gonna start looking? Max asked as Gabriel passed him and opened the front door. You sound very glum, says Sumaira. Is it not going well? What exactly is the story youre writing, Rowan? Im intrigued. As if his mind called to her, she stepped from Indarins tent, lit by the firelights glow. Thank the gods, she was safe. Yes and no. It depends. Are they just looking? Or are theyseeing? Thats what were here to discern, said another voice. It was young and ancient at the same time. It floated on the breeze like the first glimmer of dawn, and when Jeren heard it, her heart filled to overflowing with almost forgotten hope. Samara had tried. Shereally had tried. Make it to go, Max said. We really need to get on the road. Yes, Lad— Jeren. Again she saw that smile. For her this time. The relief was palpable. Were here, Christian. Where is she?.