Grave Expectations (The Ministry Of Curiosities Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Yet the wooden beam didn't hit me. I looked up to see it land harmlessly on the pile of bricks a few feet away. The imp, now the size of a horse, stood on its hind legs. I hardly had time to consider what had happened when a creak and another monstrous groan from above signaled the imminent collapse of the ceiling. I scrambled to my feet. The imp grabbed my hand and pulled me after it. It was strong, and I couldn't have resisted even if I'd wanted to. More beams fell. Roof tiles crashed onto the rubble. I ducked whenever a beam came close, but it wasn't necessary. The imp batted them away as if they were merely twigs, flinging them around the room. Without it, I would have been crushed. It hauled me toward the open door. I stumbled through, coughing uncontrollably, and barreled into a man. "Steady, miss. Blimey! Didn't know anyone was in there." Hissing. I could hear steam hissing over the crack and growl of the fire.
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