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By Andrew Smith

Best acquaintances Jack and Conner cannot steer clear of Marbury. it is in part due to their obsession with this trade international and the unresolved warfare that also wages there. yet it is also simply because forces in Marbury―including the darkest of the darkish, who weren't published in The Marbury Lens―are beckoning the lads again so one can store their acquaintances . . . and themselves.

The boys attempt to damage the lens that transports them to Marbury. yet that darkish global isn't really so simply reckoned with. truth and delusion, sturdy and evil―Andrew Smith's masterpiece closes the loop that started with The Marbury Lens. yet is it relatively closed? Can it ever be?

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Enable me see the lens, Jack. ” My fingers shook. “Jack. ” i started to sweat. i may suppose droplets as they rolled down my epidermis, tickling, bugs. and that i used to be so thirsty. throughout from us, there has been move alongside the pinnacle of the boulders the place the percentages were published on lookout. They raised their fingers and pointed off, around the barren region within the path Henry’s little toy compass informed us used to be the best way out. “Show me. ” I couldn’t cease myself. My hand shook so undesirable. I dragged my palms during the ash. i attempted telling myself that perhaps this used to be the most important. might be being with Henry can make issues correct. I didn’t glance. My hand stumbled on the backpack and that i dragged it out and put it among my legs. Don’t do it, Jack. “Not the lens,” I stated. “It kills issues now. There’s anything else. in a different way. ” Henry grabbed for the backpack. He was once performing like a drug addict, desirous to get his repair. “Don’t! ” I grabbed his hand to forestall him from commencing the pack. “Listen to me. Wait. ” Henry attempted to strive against the pack open. I twisted his wrist. the children at the rim begun shouting. They observed whatever within the wilderness. Henry was once sweating, panting. “Listen to me! It’s anything else. It doesn’t even paintings for Ben and Griffin. ” simply because they’re lifeless and within a fucking trash barrel. I stated, “It will not be something for you. ” “Let me see it. ” * * * I can’t cease myself. at the rim, Alex, or even it truly is one of many different assholes, shouts Henry’s identify. “Henry! Come glance! ” it truly is continually exciting. My chest heaves. It’s a anxious rush, like having intercourse. i'm excited and terrified even as, and that i recognize Henry feels it, too. Zip. My arms fumble in the course of the folds in my sock. Fuck you, Jack. I maintain my anxious palms operating contained in the pack. i need to disguise what i'm doing from the opposite Odds. I get to the bottom of the soiled sock. I flash on a suggestion, however it is long past ahead of i do know it: may still i think sorry for what occurred to Quinn Cahill? i will see a glint of the blue glass, the small eye of the outer eco-friendly lens that's flipped away. “A rider! ” an individual calls from the lookout. “Henry! There’s a rider! ” Henry sits beside me, so shut we lean opposed to one another. i will be able to suppose his physique quaking. I say, “Look. ” Then I turn the lens into position. twenty-six there's a thrashing noise. It comes clattering in drumbeats, arrhythmic, like a struggle. a person is kicking anything. My shins pain. i'm mendacity on a grimy wooden flooring and I’ve been bashing my legs opposed to a doorjamb. It’s no longer shaking. It’s jerking, convulsing, like electrical present is taking pictures via each muscle fiber in my physique; killing me. My legs don't belong to me. hand over it. I kick the wooden body back. great. Welcome domestic, Jack. Now the place the fuck are you? I scent cigarettes. They aren’t burning now, yet anywhere i'm an individual smokes the following. * * * It used to be continually like this. at any time when. I lay there in a doorway, part in, part out, watching the little creases within the jamb’s wood body, the completing nails, a place the place the varnish didn’t soak into the skin, the asymmetric texture of the plaster wall on the baseboard.

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