Turn left. Can you hear me? Foyle! Turn left and climb up. You can get out if you‟ll “Foyle! listen to me. Turn left and climb up. Then— Foylel” not listening. Foyle! Gully Foyle! Can you hear us?” “He‟s for Jiz. Maybe he‟ll listen to her.” “Send Robin. She‟ll telesend. He‟ll have to listen. “No, will she do it? Save him of all people?” “But have to. This is bigger than hatred. It‟s the biggest damned thing the world‟s ever “She‟ll encountered. I‟ll get her.” Y‟ang-Yeovil started to crawl out. Dagenham stopped him. Yeo. Look at him. He‟s flickering.” “Wait, “Flickering?” He‟s… blinking like a glow-worm. Watch! Now you see him and now you don‟t.” “Look! The figure of was appearing, disappearing, and reappearing in rapid succession, like a firefly caught in a flaming trap. he now? What‟s he trying to do? What‟s happening?” “What‟s He was trying to escape. Like a trapped firefly or some seabird caught in the blazing brazier of a naked beacon fire, he was beating about in a frenzy… a blackened, burning creature, dashing himself against the unknown. Sound came as sight to him, as light in strange patterns. He saw the sound of his shouted name in vivid rhythms: Motion came as sound to him. He heard the writhing of the flames, he heard the swirls of smoke, he heard the flickering, jeering shadows… all speaking deafeningly in strange tongues: GYARR?” the steam asked. “BURUU Asha, rit-kit-dit-zit m‟gid,” the quick shadows answered. “Asha. Ahhh. Heee. Teee,” the heat ripples clamored. “Ohhh.
“Foyle! Turn left. Can you hear me? Foyle! Turn left and climb up. You can get out if you‟ll listen to me. Turn left and climb up. Then— Foylel” “He‟s not listening. Foyle! Gully Foyle! Can you hear us?” “Send for Jiz. Maybe he‟ll listen to her.” “No, Robin. She‟ll telesend. He‟ll have to listen. “But will she do it? Save him of all people?” “She‟ll have to. This is bigger than hatred. It‟s the biggest damned thing the world‟s ever encountered. I‟ll get her.” Y‟ang-Yeovil started to crawl out. Dagenham stopped him. “Wait, Yeo. Look at him. He‟s flickering.” “Flickering?” “Look! He‟s… blinking like a glow-worm. Watch! Now you see him and now you don‟t.” The figure of was appearing, disappearing, and reappearing in rapid succession, like a firefly caught in a flaming trap. “What‟s he now? What‟s he trying to do? What‟s happening?” He was trying to escape. Like a trapped firefly or some seabird caught in the blazing brazier of a naked beacon fire, he was beating about in a frenzy… a blackened, burning creature, dashing himself against the unknown. Sound came as sight to him, as light in strange patterns. He saw the sound of his shouted name in vivid rhythms: Motion came as sound to him. He heard the writhing of the flames, he heard the swirls of smoke, he heard the flickering, jeering shadows… all speaking deafeningly in strange tongues: “BURUU GYARR?” the steam asked. “Asha. Asha, rit-kit-dit-zit m‟gid,” the quick shadows answered. “Ohhh. Ahhh. Heee. Teee,” the heat ripples clamored.
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