Ornaments began rattling on their shelves, the pictures on one wall dancing to the deafening noise.
“What's going on?” I shouted. “Is it an earthquake?”
The pictures jumped from their hooks, tossed to the floor to smash as the plaster itself began to ripple and crack.
“Be calm,” commanded Raven.
The wall was rippling, shapes forming and moving and bulging, transforming quickly into the eyes, nose and mouth of a face, filling the wall.
“Who has summoned us to this place?” They spoke with their eyes, but you felt it in the pit of your stomach.
