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SEAN WOODWARD "I have to build a church for their father and the mausoleum". He sounded desperate. Henri was puzzled. He tried to gauge Samuel's disposition through the flickering wood. Samuel too must have been watching Henri closely. "Yes I know I'm in it now, but events are fluid. It's spoken to me Henri, this machine. It showed me the blueprints of its creation, allowed me to build it from this very key." Samuel thrust the key from the chain around his neck into view. "I need Hannah to give me the Templargram in her own time. That will thwart N'Tarran's plans for it, for I've seen them Henri! He would tear the moon from the skies; rip the earth apart in his desire for freedom. Together with the Versteckt Reich he'll have access to every volume of the Letztesbuch! You know what terrors that will bring. I've seen generations of monsters walking the earth, all of them swearing allegiance to Himmler and his master. There will be nothing of beauty left in this world! Do you see now why I need to keep the machine working? Its reserves of earth-energy dwindle by the hour. It's like a child crying Henri; I have to keep it alive". As he sat in the leather chair of the Qube desk, Henri thought he already understood a little of what Samuel meant. There was something insidious about these contraptions, as if the wood and strange surfaces were alive. They both had encountered many strange phenomena in the decades that they had been members of the Cabal. The days when they would question the stories of the elders were long overtaken by their own experiences. And yet Henri found these latest discoveries to be both amazing and terrifying. That the world possessed such wondrous machines was truly a curse. Should they fall into the hands of Himmler or his kind then there was no end to the horrors that they could unleash. To see the Everlim once more upon the earth's battlefields was terrible. That would be dwarfed by the monstrosities these machines could unleash. The longer Henri sat within the Giant's Causeway of cubes the more he had witnessed in his mind's eye the perversions which they could unleash. It was almost like a siren's voice urging him to touch his fingers upon other, oblique angles and witness the joys of the torment they would unleash. "I'll get the bonds tomorrow Sam. One million for you, one million for N'Tarran. I hope you know what you're doing." He had stood in the shower long before retiring that night, trying to rub - 80 -

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

Estronomicon Christmas 2008  

The eZine of fantasy, sci-fi and horror

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