کتاب 08-04

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A rock banged off the granite above the Fireman’s head. He flinched from the sound. A rock struck his knee with a bony pop.

His left hand erupted into blue flame, melting duct tape, snapping the shovel handle.

A white stone the size of a paperweight struck the burlap bag over his head and his left hand abruptly went out in a poisonous cloud of black smoke. The Fireman’s chin dropped against his chest. Rocks thudded off his shoulder, his stomach, the meat of one thigh, banged off the sheer face of the stone behind him.

No, Harper thought, no no no . . .

She shut her eyes and turned her mind inward and began to chant without words, sing without melody.