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nowhere he found the words, 'You know what happens to boys who are bad!'
Coin went pale, turned and ran towards the light. He moved as though through treacle, fighting against the entropy slope. it was that had caught him.
Light and grainy dark flicked around him and suddenly he was sliding over cobbles slicked with ice.
The Librarian let go his hold and stood over Coin with a length of heavy wooden beam in his hand. For a moment the ape reared against the darkness, the shoulder, elbow and wrist of his right arm unfolding in a poem of applied leverage, and in a movement as unstoppable The distorted image of the world turned inside out hovered a few feet away, then inches, wavering uncertainly ...A tentacle curled around his leg, tumbling him forward.He flung his hands out as he fell, and one of them touched snow. It was immediately grabbed by something else that felt like a warm, soft leather glove, but under the gentle touch was a grip as tough as tempered steel and it tugged him forward, also dragging whatever