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SEAN WOODWARD touch of the vellum which formed the Letztesbuch. Without a moment's hesitation he found the pages he had studied for so many years and ripped them from within its spine. Grabbing his overcoat from the chair in the middle of the room he stuffed the pages into an inner pocket and ran out, down the torch-lit corridor and out in the snow-covered courtyard. Outside the sound of the coming army seemed even louder and closer. As he ran toward the gatehouse he clearly hear the sound of the infernal machines, their heavy caterpillar tracks ripping up the countryside below them as the monsters that were the Everlim hovered in the air behind them. He didn't want to wait and see how many of those creatures were advancing on the city; a handful of them could devour the city walls. Already they would have outstretched arms as they hung in the air, blazing eyes fixed on the battlements, hungry for the stone. He raced down the cobbled hill towards the port and the ship that was waiting to carry him across the Baltic and eventually to America. His intelligence suggested the U-Boats would also soon be approaching the city. He had only a few hours to make his escape. The flurries of snow were already blowing hard down 6th Avenue as Henri's steamer docked. Like a large proportion of the other travelers he had wrapped up and faced the chill of the upper decks to get a good view of Liberty. As birds followed the huge ship into port he found himself thinking of all those who had come as immigrants. He wondered how long this brave new nation could keep itself separate from the terrors that were wrapping Europe in the Third Reich's barbs of war. Now, as he passed the ornate clock in the main lobby with its own miniature statue of liberty at its crown he was happy to be once more in the ornate confines of the Waldorf. The entrance lobby was dominated by the red and gold Christmas tree and the avenues of decorations which hung around the building. Businessmen and newly-weds danced around each other in the flurry of people coming through its golden entrance. The manager walked with him to the set of lifts, their doors silvered with art deco beauties and inserted the special card into the slot. He nodded a silent farewell as the doors closed and Henri travelled upwards towards the sky alone. The suite was only accessible via this lift. As Henri flung open the high doors and walked into the conference room he was reminded of all the powerful men who had sat in here with him before. Rockefeller and Hoover - 76 -

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

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The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

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