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The Raven is Eternal ch14Valentine spent the first half of the summer hanging around the house, going to Quidditch matches to see her favorite team, the Holyhead Harpies, and Percy's favorite team, the Falmouth Falcons. The second half of the summer was once again spent at her Aunt Cheryl's house. Of course, Valentine had been on her broom as often as she could. That had been difficult to do at home without arousing the suspicion of her Muggle neighbors, but without flying too early or too high, she was able to get in some flying time over the course of her summer before she went to Aunt Cheryl's place.
Lois decided to go shopping in Diagon Alley just with Angela and Chip, which considerably sped up the process. They got back in time for lunch, which had been simmering in the oven for the last hour or so.
Valentine spent the rest of the week reading the books for her new subjects-- Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Those two, along with Transfiguration and Defense looked the most interesting from the get-go. But s
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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