A Hundred Thousand Dragons (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
Arthur looked anxiously round the room. There were decanters, glasses and a soda syphon on the sideboard. He quickly mixed a brandy and soda and put it into Jack’s hands. He had to close his fingers round the glass. ‘Here, let me help,’ he said quietly. ‘You’re spilling it.’ Jack drank without seeming to know what he was doing, then sat, clutching on to the empty glass. Arthur took it from him and put it on the floor. Jack still sat with cupped hands, his body racked by odd little shudders. Arthur knelt in front of him, trying to get a response, but Jack’s eyes were blank and unfocused. ‘Jack?’ said Arthur. No response. Arthur took one of the cold hands between his own and shook it. ‘Jack?’ he repeated in a firmer voice. Jack blinked, then breathed out in a long, juddering sigh. It was like life returning. He tried to speak, but Arthur stopped him. ‘Wait a minute. Get your bearings back, old man.’ He was rewarded by a grateful look, then Jack shuddered and slumped back in his chair.
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