They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented private lives.
“And about the beast. When we kill we’ll some of the kill for it. Then it won’t bother us, maybe.” – Jack
The head remained there, dim-eyed grinning faintly, blood blackening between the teeth. All at once they were running away, as fast as they could, through the forest toward the open beach.
At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood – and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.
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