The Gorgon's Smile, Text, Ch.5 The Gorgon's Smile, Text, Ch.5 Deep in a hollow stump, Darcy d' Macàbre sat reflecting. He wished he could rewind the entire afternoon. Do things differently, be less of a jerk. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. Reema Zolliffe was still mad at him for making that Gerdin run into her. When he went to see Reema and tried to apologize, the chickcharnie just gave him a dirty look. But at least she took back her sodden groceries before slamming the door in his face. He heard foots
The Gorgon's Smile, Text, Ch.4 The Gorgon's Smile, Text, Ch.4 The cream colored door at the head of the narrow stairs led to the attic. The paint was heavily cracked and the keyhole was full of cobwebs. The tarnished doorknob turned freely, the door was not locked. Kes gingerly pulled the door open a crack. A chill draught of musty air came out to meet them. With it came a very pungent aroma that tickled Timothy's nose, making him sneeze. "Phew!" he yelled. "What's that awful smell?" "It's mothballs, of course," Kes replied, matter-of-factly. "I use them to control the vermin around
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