Chapter 10

           Hecouldn’tbelievehowquicklythelightdisappeared.FromtheGladeproper,theforestdidn’tlookthatbig,maybeacoupleofacres.Yetthetreesweretallwithsturdytrunks,packedtightlytogether,thecanopyupabovethickwithleaves.Theairaroundhimhadagreenish,mutedhue,asifonlyseveralminutesoftwilightremainedintheday.

           Itwassomehowbeautifulandcreepy,allatonce.

           Movingasfastashecould,Thomascrashedthroughtheheavyfoliage,thinbranchesslappingathisface.Heduckedtoavoidalow-hanginglimb,almostfalling.Reachingout,hecaughtholdofabranchandswunghimselfforwardtoregainhisbalance.Athickbedofleavesandfallentwigscrunchedunderneathhim.

           Allthewhile,hiseyesstayedrivetedonthebeetlebladescuttlingacrosstheforestfloor.Deeperitwent,itsredlightglowingbrighterasthesurroundingsdarkened.

           Thomashadchargedthirtyorfortyfeetintothewoods,dodgingandduckingandlosinggroundwitheverysecond,whenthebeetlebladejumpedontoaparticularlylargetreeandscootedupitstrunk.ButbythetimeThomasreachedthetree,anysignofthecreaturehadvanished.Ithaddisappeareddeepwithinthefoliagealmostasifithadneverexisted.

           He’dlostthesucker.

           "Shuckit,"Thomaswhispered,almostasajoke.Almost.Asstrangeasitseemed,thewordfeltnaturalonhislips,likehewasalreadymorphingintoaGlader.

           Atwigsnappedsomewheretohisrightandhejerkedhisheadinthatdirection.Hestilledhisbreath,listened.

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