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SEAN WOODWARD and all the others remained in his mind's vision. He wondered how they would be remembered in the times to come. Would they just be architectural highlights of the city or would their true sacrifices ever be recounted. He doubted it. Not as long as the government maintained its records office in the bowels of Grand Central Station. He continued through to the drawing room with its high windows and acres of billowing curtain. Throwing them back he stared out across the rooftops of Manhattan. The snow was heavier now, adding extra finials to all the hidden ornate tracery. One day they would make another city, even higher amongst the clouds, a secret world from which to govern this. That would be a long time from now. It required that the current enemies of the Cabal be nullified first and that would require the transformation of nations. Henri thought about the people that were coming tonight. No doubt they were more concerned with the effects of the actions in Europe on Wall Street, on their returns on their already stretched reserves. Henri had other concerns. The sounds of the projector's transports filled the conference room as the reels of tape played out before the gathered dignitaries. "What the hell is this?" remarked Matterton, sucking deep again on his cigar. "These are the Everlim. I believe Himmler's people discovered them in the ruins at Sumeria. "But where in God's name are their vehicles?" asked another of the pinstriped men. "They have no need of such human conceits" remarked Henri Matterton moved closer to the screen, examining the footage intently. "Everlim you say! Are they some kind of kite? Army standard?" Henri was growing frustrated. He straightened the cuffs of his shirt. "No these are not banners or war scarecrows. They are creatures raised from those ruins." "So what does this have to do with the Fed?" asked another of the copy-cat, well-built corporate men. Henri walked across to where he stood. "I need twenty million dollars and I need it tonight" he stated calmly. The room fell silent, light bouncing off the cigar-thick smoke, scattering images on the fine wallpaper. "Let me explain," ventured Henri. "Danzig is lost and with it the second volume of the Letztesbuch. They used the first to raise those infernal creatures. - 77 -

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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