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Institution of Good ReputeThings snap here.
A better beginning would have been, "Things snap in the night here," but it's not always at night. Sometimes a snap comes in the middle of a shaft of sunlight or in the garden at dawn. The same snap always comes in the library at noon, a sharp snap and then a small thud against the carpet.
My name is Dulcie Edwards. My papa gave me that locket; if he knew how Margaret had broken it, he'd be very upset. I didn't mean to tell, honestly! She had no right to snap the chain like that.
The snap that doesn't sound like one happens in the hall near Alexis' dorm every so often. That one sounds like a scream, long and shrill.
I'm Virginia O'Dell. God, God, how can this be happening? Lost forever. Everything's ended now, all wrong. Why did he give me what I don't want or need? Oh, God!
And then there's the final snap, the one in my room that actually happens at night. How appropriate. It always comes from the old clothes-hook high on the wall; it's more of a crack.
Hallows' Eve- Chapter TwoIf looks could kill, Jareth would have been dead about one minute ago. Sarah was certain he had a hand in the elevator's mysterious malfunction, but without proof any accusation on her part would sound like petulance. And if there was one thing she wanted to show that puffed-up, smirking bighead, it was her maturity. She turned and eyed the stairs with trepidation. Even uninjured in heels they were an iffy proposition, but her knee continued to bleed and she thought she might have sprained something as well. The sudden warmth of breath on the back of her neck didn't help matters.
"Poor Sarah," said a voice like heated velvet, "unable to retreat to her tower. Funny how such a little fall can incapacitate the girl who singlehandedly bested my labyrinth."
"But it would seem that you are in need of my assistance," he continued. "And I'm quite willing to do the generous thing and offer it for a price."
"There's always a catch, isn't there, Goblin King?" she said between clenched
Hallows' Eve- Chapter One"So sayeth Life, the world is mine!" intoned the green-cloaked figure, raising his arms to the heavens. Around him, richly clad lords and ladies advanced on a group of animated skeletons. The dead retreated, trembling in their rags; the living laughed joyfully at their conquest.
"The flowers that bloom and the song of the birds! The daylight and sunshine!" Life's broad, reddish face beamed as he sang. "So spricht das Lebe, the world is mine!"
Suddenly, from out of the shadows, a woman swathed in filmy black strode to his side. Throwing back her hood to reveal a bloodless face with sunken eyes and cheeks, she countered, "So sayeth Death, the world is mine." With a flourish of her hand, the dead rallied again and skipped amongst Life's followers. They lead the revelers in a mocking dance, clutching at the women's bright silken skirts and snatching hats from the men. Death's dark lips curved into a smirk, and she continued her song.
" so spricht das Tod, the world is mine."
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