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Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 7
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 7
Boda fell silent for a moment to consider the lay of the playing field. Ultimately, it said, 'No,' with a voice soft and insidious as fall leaves tumbling across a dry lawn. 'I want to show you one more secret, before we leave.'
"What secret?" wondered Damon, once more wandering the sprawling room. He came full circle, and found himself standing near the cluttered coffee table. Though he was curious to touch one of the long, smooth, cylindrical devices, he remembered what Boda had said and he restrained himself.
'The secret of human sleep,' replied Boda, as it slinked up to the ceiling, and flowed back along its textured surface to linger near the foyer, again. 'Come this way, child. Follow. Follow.'
Damon followed with careful, silent steps. Though the foyer floor was tiled, his sneakers scarcely smacked its polished surface. Boda slithered along the wall, into the hallway, a current of deeper shadow in the high corner where the wall met the ceiling. The boy, less confident, hesitated at the carpeted threshold.
When it noticed his pause, Damon's secret plaything stopped abruptly, and balled itself into a pitch lump. Its baleful crimson eyes glared down at the boy.
"What secret?" wondered Damon, once more wandering the sprawling room. He came full circle, and found himself standing near the cluttered coffee table. Though he was curious to touch one of the long, smooth, cylindrical devices, he remembered what Boda had said and he restrained himself.
'The secret of human sleep,' replied Boda, as it slinked up to the ceiling, and flowed back along its textured surface to linger near the foyer, again. 'Come this way, child. Follow. Follow.'
Damon followed with careful, silent steps. Though the foyer floor was tiled, his sneakers scarcely smacked its polished surface. Boda slithered along the wall, into the hallway, a current of deeper shadow in the high corner where the wall met the ceiling. The boy, less confident, hesitated at the carpeted threshold.
When it noticed his pause, Damon's secret plaything stopped abruptly, and balled itself into a pitch lump. Its baleful crimson eyes glared down at the boy.
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