Seize The Night. By: Dean R. Koontz

once committed to the cause in this case, to finding Jimmy Wing and good

Orsonhe would neither surrender nor retreat.

Likewise, I could never leave a friend behind. Our convictions and our

friends are all we have to get us through times of trouble.

Friends are the only things from this damaged world that we can hope to

see in the next, friends and loved ones are the very light that

brightens the Hereafter.

“Idiot, ” I said.

“Asshole, ” Bobby said.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

“I’m the only one here.”

“I was calling myself an idiot. For not getting out of here.”

“Oh. Then I retract the asshole remark.” Bobby switched on his

flashlight, and immediately the silent fireworks dazzled across the

lining of the egg room. They didn’t well up slowly but began at the peak

of intensity that they had previously achieved by degrees.

“Turn on your light, ” Bobby said.

“Are we really dumb enough to do this? ”

“Way more than dumb enough.”

“This place has nothing to do with Jimmy and Orson, ” I said.

“How do you know? ”

“They’re not here.”

“But something here may help us find them.”

“We can’t help them if we’re dead.”

“Be a good idiot and turn on your light.”

“This is nuts.”

“Fear nothing, bro.

Carpe noctem.”

“Damn, ” I said, hung with my own noose.

I switched on my flashlight.

A riot of fiery lights erupted within the translucent walls around us,

and it was easy to imagine that we were in the canyons of a great city

stricken by insurrection, bomb throwers and arsonists on every side,

blazing rioters ignited by their own torches and now running in terror

through the night, cyclones of tempestuous fire whirling along avenues

where the pavement was as molten as lava, tall buildings with orange

flames seething from the high windows, smoldering chunks of parapets and

cornices and ledges trailing comet tails of sparks as they crashed into

the streets.

Yet at the same time, with the slightest shift of perspective, it was

also possible to see this panoramic cataclysm not primarily as a series

of bright eruptions but as a shadow show, because for every

Molotov-cocktail flash, for every roiling mass of hot napalm, for every

luminous trail that reminded me of tracer bullets, there was a dark

shape in motion, begging interpretation as do the faces and figures in

clouds. Ebony capes billowed, black robes swirled, sable serpents coiled

and struck, shadows swooped like angry ravens, flocks of crows dived and

soared overhead and underfoot, armies of charred skeletons marched with

a relentless scissoring of sharp black bones, midnight cats crouched and

pounced, sinuous whips of darkness lashed through the bale fires, and

iron-black blades slashed.

In this pandemonium of light and darkness, wholly encapsulated by a

chaos of spinning flames and tumbling shadows, I was becoming

increasingly disoriented. Though I stood still, with my feet widely

planted for balance, I felt as if I were moving, twirling like poor

Dorothy aboard the Kansas-to-oz Express. Forward, behind, right, left,

up, downall rapidly became more difficult to define.

Again, from the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the door. When I looked

more directly, it was still there, formidable and gleaming.

“Bobby.”

“I see it.”

“Not good.”

“Not a real door, ” he concluded.

“You said the place wasn’t haunted.”

“Mirage.” The storm of light and shadow gained velocity. It seemed to be

escalating toward an ominous crescendo.

I was afraid that the furious motion, the increasingly spiky and

disturbing patterns in the walls, foretold an onrushing event that would

translate all this energy into sudden violence. This ovoid room was so

strange that I was unable to imagine the nature of the threat rushing at

us, couldn’t guess even the direction from which it might come.

For once, my three-hundred-ring imagination failed me.

The vault door was hinged on this side, therefore, it would swing

inward. There was no lock wheel to disengage the ring of thick bolts

that were currently seated in holes around the jamb, so the door could

be opened only from the short tunnel between this room and the airlock,

from the other side, which meant we were trapped here.

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