I launched myself at the cave-in. The entire tunnel was blocked, but I had to get through. I kicked rocks aside and flung at the dirt. “Please, please, please, no!” Oliver’s arms slung around me. “Stop! You’ll bring down more of the ceiling.” “But they’re on the other side!” I shrieked. “Daniel’s on the other side!” “And we can’t do anything about that now!” “We can go through!” “No, El, we can’t.” He spun me around to face him. “Your man shot the ceiling, and he did it on purpose.” “B-but why?” I found I was shaking and . . . and crying. “They have no light and th-there’s hundreds of Dead.” “I don’t think the Dead were hurting them.” “Wh-what?” “Joseph—he kept blasting them down and was still able to shout. He didn’t sound hurt. More . . . detained. Think about it, El. Why would the demon want to hurt anyone who walked into its lair?” “It . . . it wouldn’t.” I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes.
What do You think about A Darkness Strange And Lovely?
