He pried Matt’s fist open, shoving it away from the parchment. Matt’s sketch of the Grendel was visibly throbbing. ‘It’s not an animation,’ Matt said defiantly as his father made to snatch the parchment from the machine. ‘I’ve summoned it. It’s coming to get you whether you tear that up or not.’ ‘You stupid boy!’ he roared, spitting globs of ink on to his chin and neck. ‘What have you done?’ ‘Exactly what Jeannie told me to do,’ snapped Matt, his voice muffled behind the mask. Malcolm slapped his hand on the side of the mask in fury, bouncing Matt’s forehead against the unyielding metal. ‘Then you will draw something else to fight it for me.’ He put a fresh piece of parchment in the machine and shoved a nub of charcoal between Matt’s fingers, then hurried round the wooden contraption. The iron glove prevented Matt from throwing the charcoal away. The gears began to grind, the belts and pulleys stretching and turning as the machine sparked to life.
What do You think about The Book Of Beasts (2014)?
