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netted candy cane stockings holding small toys, candy, and various small personal items the town always
generously donated for the event. Santa had slipped most of the candy cane net stockings into the
children s stockings hanging from the fake mantel earlier when he d first arrived, so that each child would
have something to take home after the party.
Matt went to the brightly colored stockings, each with a child s name stitched in bold letters across the
top. Kate s fingers tightened around his. She already knew, just as he did. They peered inside. She drew
back, stifling a cry, looking at him with fear. Inside each stocking, the fog had added to Santa s generous
gift. A mass of sand and sea bugs writhed in hideous black balls in the toes of the stockings. All were
damp with seawater and smelled faintly of the noxious odor the fog seemed to leave behind. Crushed
shells and spiny sea anemone, kelp and small crabs were mixed with the wiggling insects.
Santa Claus joined them, staring at the mess while all around them children ate and laughed and played.
We have to get rid of these. Some of these creatures are venomous.
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Matt glanced quickly at the man, recognizing the voice. Old Man Mars was indeed playing Santa.
You re right. I ll get a couple of the men, and we ll get the stockings out of here before the children start
trying to collect them. Kate. He pulled out a chair for her. Sit down before you fall down. I ll take you
home when we re through here.
To my house, she said in a weary voice. I need to go to my house.
He nodded, his gut knotting tightly.
Chapter
12
A candle burns with an eerie glow,
As it melts, the wax does flow
THE THING IN THE FOG SPOKE TO ME. MATTmade the announcement after the Drake sisters
had settled Elle firmly in the living room. It was late afternoon before the doctors let her go home, and her
family had been so anxious, Matt had steered clear of the subject of the danger in the fog. He and Kate
had gone to the mill earlier in the morning to reexamine the seal and see if she could find anything new
about the spirit. He hadn t wanted to bring up the subject at the very source of the trouble.
There was a sudden silence. He had their attention immediately. Kate set down her teacup. You didn t
say anything to me about it.
You were exhausted and worried about Elle last night, Katie, and again this morning. I didn t want to
bring it up. Now that she s home and safe, I thought it was a good time to discuss it. En masse, the
Drake sisters were difficult to contend with. He could feel every eye on him. There was power in the
room, intangible, feminine, but a steady flow of it. An energy he couldn t begin to explain, but he knew it
moved from sister to sister.
What did it say? Sarah asked. Her voice was gentle, nonjudgmental. Practical, magical Sarah. She
was the oldest and the most influential.
It made no sense. It was a moan and a growl mixed together. The syntax was old-fashioned, but from
what I got, it was a warning to keep my loved ones away from one with the staff.
The staff? He used the wordstaff? Kate asked.
Matt nodded. I ve thought a lot about it, and maybe it all ties up with Christianity and the staff of life or
something. Anything to do with the Christian beliefs of Christmas is under attack? He made it a question.
Elle lifted the old journal Sarah handed to her. I ll do my best to try to find a reference to a staff in
here, she said. I don t think I thanked you for coming to my rescue the other night, Matt. One minute I
was making my way home, and the next I felt something shove me over the side of cliff. I broke every
fingernail on the way down, grabbing at dirt and rocks. I have no idea how Jackson climbed down to get
me. I couldn t even call out with a strong enough voice for help, and I was afraid to move. The ledge was
literally crumbling under me.
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I know it was frightening, Elle, but we have you, you re safe now, Joley soothed.
Kate said something the other evening about how the entity didn t go after Hannah. It s strange because
Hannah s the one providing the wind to drive him out to sea and away from the town, Matt said. Do
any of you have any idea why he s chosen not to try to harm her? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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netted candy cane stockings holding small toys, candy, and various small personal items the town always
generously donated for the event. Santa had slipped most of the candy cane net stockings into the
children s stockings hanging from the fake mantel earlier when he d first arrived, so that each child would
have something to take home after the party.
Matt went to the brightly colored stockings, each with a child s name stitched in bold letters across the
top. Kate s fingers tightened around his. She already knew, just as he did. They peered inside. She drew
back, stifling a cry, looking at him with fear. Inside each stocking, the fog had added to Santa s generous
gift. A mass of sand and sea bugs writhed in hideous black balls in the toes of the stockings. All were
damp with seawater and smelled faintly of the noxious odor the fog seemed to leave behind. Crushed
shells and spiny sea anemone, kelp and small crabs were mixed with the wiggling insects.
Santa Claus joined them, staring at the mess while all around them children ate and laughed and played.
We have to get rid of these. Some of these creatures are venomous.
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Matt glanced quickly at the man, recognizing the voice. Old Man Mars was indeed playing Santa.
You re right. I ll get a couple of the men, and we ll get the stockings out of here before the children start
trying to collect them. Kate. He pulled out a chair for her. Sit down before you fall down. I ll take you
home when we re through here.
To my house, she said in a weary voice. I need to go to my house.
He nodded, his gut knotting tightly.
Chapter
12
A candle burns with an eerie glow,
As it melts, the wax does flow
THE THING IN THE FOG SPOKE TO ME. MATTmade the announcement after the Drake sisters
had settled Elle firmly in the living room. It was late afternoon before the doctors let her go home, and her
family had been so anxious, Matt had steered clear of the subject of the danger in the fog. He and Kate
had gone to the mill earlier in the morning to reexamine the seal and see if she could find anything new
about the spirit. He hadn t wanted to bring up the subject at the very source of the trouble.
There was a sudden silence. He had their attention immediately. Kate set down her teacup. You didn t
say anything to me about it.
You were exhausted and worried about Elle last night, Katie, and again this morning. I didn t want to
bring it up. Now that she s home and safe, I thought it was a good time to discuss it. En masse, the
Drake sisters were difficult to contend with. He could feel every eye on him. There was power in the
room, intangible, feminine, but a steady flow of it. An energy he couldn t begin to explain, but he knew it
moved from sister to sister.
What did it say? Sarah asked. Her voice was gentle, nonjudgmental. Practical, magical Sarah. She
was the oldest and the most influential.
It made no sense. It was a moan and a growl mixed together. The syntax was old-fashioned, but from
what I got, it was a warning to keep my loved ones away from one with the staff.
The staff? He used the wordstaff? Kate asked.
Matt nodded. I ve thought a lot about it, and maybe it all ties up with Christianity and the staff of life or
something. Anything to do with the Christian beliefs of Christmas is under attack? He made it a question.
Elle lifted the old journal Sarah handed to her. I ll do my best to try to find a reference to a staff in
here, she said. I don t think I thanked you for coming to my rescue the other night, Matt. One minute I
was making my way home, and the next I felt something shove me over the side of cliff. I broke every
fingernail on the way down, grabbing at dirt and rocks. I have no idea how Jackson climbed down to get
me. I couldn t even call out with a strong enough voice for help, and I was afraid to move. The ledge was
literally crumbling under me.
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I know it was frightening, Elle, but we have you, you re safe now, Joley soothed.
Kate said something the other evening about how the entity didn t go after Hannah. It s strange because
Hannah s the one providing the wind to drive him out to sea and away from the town, Matt said. Do
any of you have any idea why he s chosen not to try to harm her? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]