“What?”
Raven asks. “What girl made of dreams? What dark place?”
“The
girl...”
“...from
the house...”
“...where
we first...”
“...smelled
you...”
“...grumpy
not man.”
“You
mean Fiona? She's here in the Weave?”
The
cats purr.
“Where
was this dark place?”
“Back
there...”
“...somewhere.”
They both gesture behind them in different directions.
“We
did not like...”
“...the
dark place...”
“...it
was full of doors...”
“...and
a baby...”
“...not
baby...”
“...screaming.”
Raven
turns to the Author. “Is there a wake walker in the Weave?”
“Why
yes,” he replies, “I met her myself, very uncouth. Why?”
“Ask
your first question. I think the Lord of Doors has captured the girl
I entered the Weave to save.”
